The steward was taken aback.
Then, with a bitter expression, he said, "Reporting to the Prime Minister, I do not have that authority."
"No authority?"
"The key to the archive is with the County Magistrate. He's not here, so I can't open it."
"Where is your County Magistrate? It is his duty hour, have him come and cooperate with my investigation immediately."
The steward's eyes shifted, and he said guiltily, "Recently, there's been a pest outbreak in a nearby village, so the County Magistrate went with some people to check on it."
Zhi'er's big dark eyes looked at him.
The little one turned her head and said to Prime Minister Wen, "Uncle Wen, let us wait for him here."
Prime Minister Wen nodded, "Very well."
The steward was internally startled.
He couldn't stop pondering why a Prime Minister would listen so intently to a little girl.
At this moment, inside his mind, he was constantly shouting, Oh no!
Their County Magistrate had gone out to indulge in pleasure.
