On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Chapter 1177 Dare to Let Me See the Account Books

That sudden, piercing cry.

Like a basin of ice-cold snow water.

This instantly extinguished the lively and excited atmosphere inside the textile manufacturing office.

A look of embarrassment and surprise appeared on everyone's face.

Especially the head of the textile bureau who had just been giving a passionate speech.

His face darkened instantly.

"Damn it! Who's making such a racket outside?!"

He turned around and shouted angrily at the guards behind him.

"Hurry up and throw him out of here!"

"Yes!"

The guards quickly obeyed and left.

"and many more."

Just then, Murong Yan suddenly spoke up.

Her voice was calm, revealing no emotion.

But a cold glint flashed in those beautiful phoenix eyes.

"Let him in."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

The steward's face instantly turned even uglier than before.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Your Majesty, this...this is nothing more than some unruly people making trouble."

Why disturb Your Majesty's presence over such a trivial matter?

He tried his best to gloss over the matter.

However, Murong Yan only gave him a cold look.

"I told him to come in."

The steward trembled under her emotionless gaze.

A bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

He knew he could no longer hide it.

"It's...it's Your Majesty..."

He responded with a trembling voice.

Then he waved to the outside.

soon.

A middle-aged man, dressed in rags and covered in wounds, who looked to be around forty or fifty years old.

He was dragged in by two guards like a dead dog.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the aloof Murong Yan and Lin Zhen.

It was as if they had grasped at the last straw.

He used all his strength to break free from the guards' restraints.

Then, with a "plop," he knelt down on the ground.

He kowtowed desperately.

"This humble subject, Zhang San, kowtows to Your Majesty! Kowtows to Your Highness!"

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, please do justice for this humble subject!"

His voice was hoarse and filled with endless despair and indignation.

"Zhang San, what grievance do you have? Please speak freely."

Murong Yan looked at his miserable appearance, but her voice remained calm.

"Today, Your Highness and I will stand up for you here."

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Highness!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang San was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes.

He raised his head and stared intently at the head steward of the textile bureau, who was already pale with fright.

He roared in a voice filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Your Majesty! Your Highness!"

"This humble citizen wishes to sue Li Wei, the chief steward of the Suzhou Imperial Textile Bureau!"

"We sue him for disregarding human life, embezzlement, corruption, withholding wages, and oppressing the innocent!"

These words shocked the entire audience!

All eyes were focused on Li Wei, the head of the textile bureau.

Li Wei was already ashen-faced and trembling like a leaf.

"You...you are so slanderous!"

He pointed at Zhang San and roared, his voice sharp but his actions weak.

"When did I ever treat human life as worthless?!"

"If you dare to spout nonsense again, believe me, I'll beat you to death with sticks right now!"

"Hmph, beat him to death with sticks?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang San let out a chilling laugh.

"Li Wei! You beast, worse than a pig or a dog!"

"You still dare to say you don't disregard human life?!"

"My daughter, Xiao Cui, was only sixteen years old!"

"Just because a piece of brocade meant to be presented as tribute was accidentally soiled!"

"And you, you beast, beat me to death!"

"And what about the wages of us weavers!"

"The imperial court clearly gives us two taels of silver every month!"

"But by the time it got to us, we only had less than five hundred coins left!"

"Where did the rest of the money go?!"

"It all ended up in your pocket, you greedy bastard!"

"besides……"

Zhang San became more and more agitated and indignant as he spoke.

He revealed to everyone all the heinous crimes that Li Wei had committed in the Imperial Textile Bureau over the years!

The entire textile factory fell into a deathly silence.

All the officials looked at Steward Li, who usually appeared dignified and respectable, with disbelief.

They couldn't imagine it.

This was the "capable minister" who had just been talking at length in front of them about making great contributions to the Great Qian Dynasty.

Behind the scenes, he turned out to be such a heartless, inhuman scum!

Lin Zhen listened to Zhang San's accusations.

His handsome face was already so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

A chilling, almost tangible killing intent emanated from him.

The temperature in the entire weaving bureau seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

What he hates most are these corrupt officials who deceive their superiors and prey on the people!

Especially since it happened right under his and Yan'er's noses!

This is a blatant slap in their face!

Murong Yan did not speak at this moment.

But her stunningly beautiful face was already covered with a layer of cold frost.

She was still wearing the Phoenix Descent Dress, which was her only nightgown.

The extremely dark black Suzhou brocade base material seemed to transform into a bottomless abyss of rage at this moment.

We must devour all the demons and monsters that dare to tarnish this country!

The giant phoenix embroidered with real gold thread seemed to be trying to break free from her body!

An unprecedented, chilling killing intent, filled with judgment and destruction, burst forth from his phoenix eyes!

The five-zhang-long dark gold brocade train moved behind her without any wind.

That luxurious disarray was no longer languid at this moment, but a terrifying and oppressive feeling, like a storm brewing!

"Li Wei."

After a long while, she slowly spoke.

His voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Is what he said true?"

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...I'm...I've been wronged!"

Li Wei knelt down with a thud.

His whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

"He...he's making false accusations! He's spouting lies!"

"Your Majesty, I am utterly loyal to the Great Qian Dynasty! And even more so to Your Majesty!"

"We beg Your Majesty to investigate!"

"is it?"

Murong Yan's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.

"Then do you dare to let me check your textile bureau's account books?"

"Check the ledgers?"

Upon hearing these three words, Li Wei's body swayed violently.

A look of utter despair instantly appeared on that already bloodless face.

He knew he was finished.

It's completely over.

His fake accounts were so perfectly fabricated.

Perhaps it can fool those idiots in the Ministry of Revenue.

But he couldn't possibly fool the stunningly beautiful empress before him, a woman of extraordinary talent.

And that regent prince, whose wisdom borders on the supernatural.

It’s simply a fool’s dream!

"What? Don't you dare anymore?"

Murong Yan's voice grew even colder as she looked at his distraught appearance.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty...Spare me!"

Li Wei could no longer hold on.

He collapsed to the ground like a spineless dog.

He kowtowed desperately and cried out.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty knows you were wrong! Your Majesty deserves to die!"

"I beg Your Majesty to consider the merits I have rendered to the Imperial Textile Bureau."

"Spare...spare my life!"

"I'll spare your dog's life?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhen let out a disdainful sneer.

He walked up to Li Wei and looked down at him.

Those deep eyes were filled with undisguised contempt and murderous intent.