Dong!
The night watchman banged on his gong, signaling that it was two incense time past midnight.
Burrowing under his warm candlelight, Governor Tan was still going through the piles of documents sent to him by his subordinates.
Without fail, all the documents were about how they needed money so that the city could keep functioning.
"Hmph. These corrupted souls shall meet their end soon." He lamented and rejected the request for funding.
Governor Tan, or more accurately Lee Yi Hong, knew they were corrupted, but he had not expected them to ask for more in the face of such calamity.
The peasants' lives were nothing to them but an excuse to gain more money and wealth.
He genuinely saw no hope for the Da Qian Dynasty but to bring it all down and start over on a clean slate.
The Dark Lord's dream where everyone would be equal was the only way ahead.
Knock.
Before he could continue with the next document, the Governor heard a knock on his door.
