He's still crying injustice at this moment; truly a stubborn mule.
Prince Cheng flung something from his sleeve, throwing it onto his face with a snap, coldly saying: "You still have the face to cry injustice? Anyone could be wronged, but you are not innocent!"
It was a piece of paper, very familiar to Chai Kun.
Chai Kun stared at it intently, not needing to open it to know what was written inside.
It was fine bamboo cloud paper, a specialty of Qingzhou, but not something ordinary people could afford. The Magistrate lived in extreme luxury, demanding the best in everything. Besides the tributes sent to the Capital City, only the County Government possessed such paper, and in very limited quantities.
After all, Chai Kun came from a scholar's background, inherently proud, with a love for elegance, posing as a literati. Scholars love good brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.
