After a while.
A portly man in an official robe hurriedly ran in.
"Prime Minister, I... I greet you," he gasped, presumably rushing back, sweating profusely.
Bai Zhi'er looked at his fat head and ears, then thought of the emaciated common people.
She couldn't help but pout, her little face showing disdain.
Prime Minister Wen's face darkened, he asked, "It's the hour of duty, where did the county magistrate go?"
The fat county magistrate was stunned, his small eyes twinkled with a look of deceit.
He immediately knelt down, feigning tears, "Prime Minister, my eighty-year-old mother is gravely ill, I just went home to see if she took her medicine on time."
"I was late for duty, it's my mistake, I'm willing to self-punish three months' salary, please don't be angry, Prime Minister."
Bai Zhi'er blinked her big black eyes, softly and curiously asked, "You went to visit your mother? But your steward said you went to inspect a nearby village."
