"Guo Huaimu, you've got some nerve! As an Imperial Mandate, allocating away the ten thousand Soldiers meant to ensure the safety of Jiannan State."
"You'd even lend out the granary, the very foundation of the people's livelihood."
"And when do you plan on lending out your official hat as well?"
Asked by Lin Yi in such a manner, Guo Huaimu felt his career prospects dim and prostrated himself, knocking his forehead on the ground more than a dozen times, pleading for mercy from Lin Yi.
After a torrent of abuse, Lin Yi finally pointed him into a direction.
"The food was lent to the Eighth Prince by you, as the Inspector of a state. Now, that ten thousand Soldiers originally from Jiannan State have all been taken back."
"What's left is, you need to bring back the lent food to aid disaster relief, otherwise, you can forget about keeping your official hat!"
Lin Yi spoke with a firm tone, leaving no room for negotiation.
