Noble Princess Consort Rong pulled six sheets of paper from a mountain of account books.
Jiang Xian's sharp eyes noticed they were from the loose-leaf notebook she had suggested.
Jiang Xian said, "I thought you despised me."
Noble Princess Consort Rong replied, "I still do."
She handed the six sheets to six palace maids. A moment later, six pale-faced Palace Attendants were led in. As soon as they entered, their knees gave out, and they knelt with their foreheads pressed to the ground.
"I appointed ten people to be on duty during the junior selection," Noble Princess Consort Rong began. "The final roster had one person swapped out. The reason given was that the original person had fallen ill. But I investigated and found that you took a bribe to have my appointee removed and replaced with your own man." She paused. "Have the twenty strokes been administered?"
Qiu Yun replied, "The twenty strokes have been administered."
"How much silver did you take from him?"
