Pan Yun was working to preserve this clear, bright sky. An Chen and the others had gone to find military households willing to cooperate, while Xue Shao planned to strike from the main battlefield and bring Cao Rong and his ilk to justice.
However, after Xue Shao accepted the military households' written complaints, the Regional Military Commission, though openly disdainful toward him, still cooperated with his investigation and gave him no handle to seize.
Of course, no problems could be found in the things they allowed Xue Shao to examine within such a short time.
Why were the military households living such miserable lives?
The answer was that the country was at war, the Imperial Court needed taxes, and natural disasters had struck as well, so life had become difficult.
That was not the Regional Military Commission's fault. It was the Imperial Court's fault—or, more specifically, Wang Zhen's and the late Emperor's fault.
Wang Zhen was dead anyway, so everything could be pinned on his head.
During the Battle of Luchuan, Wang Zhen had forcibly conscripted Guangdong's military households to provide reinforcements and made them bear greater burdens of grain and provisions...
In any case, it was all that treacherous eunuch Wang Zhen's fault.
Cao Rong even met Xue Shao in person. After reading the complaints, he wore an expression of deep remorse and stated that this was his negligence.
Fortunately, Wang Zhen was dead and the Battle of Luchuan was over. Guangdong's soldiers and civilians had been given a chance to catch their breath. He declared that he would certainly manage the military households properly and help them recover within two years, asking the Emperor and the Imperial Court to grant him a little more time.
Pan Yun did not know what Xue Shao thought, but after hearing Xi