The porridge had only just been set down when the first ledger arrived.
I let out a sigh so soft that no one was able to hear it. Hadn't Yaozu promised me breakfast before everything went to pot? Hadn't that been the deal?
But now, we were going on days now where the politics of the crown took precedence over everything else.
Some days, I truly believed that it was just easier to kill everyone who annoyed me, just so that I didn't have to deal with things like this anymore.
A clerk bowed so low his hat nearly toppled into the dish. His hands shook as he extended the bundle. "From Revenue, Your Majesty. Pages lifted from the false bottoms of Zhao Hengyuan's boxes."
I didn't touch it yet. I hated to eat cold porridge, but I hated interruptions more. "Read."
He cracked the string with fingers that wanted to flee.
