Looking at the piles of account books spread across the floor, Su Jinxuan sat stunned, lost in thought.
She hadn't asked her question because she wanted an answer. She wanted to dispel the suspicions about Mr. Qin that had taken root in her heart.
She had been prepared to say, no matter what evidence Xu Changtian produced, "Talk is cheap. Maybe you forged this evidence."
But now, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
There were too many.
The Konghua Chamber of Commerce was a regional trading house of middling size by the standards of Great Yan. Its account books, accumulated over more than a decade, were piled as high as a mountain.
Account books weren't something you could simply fabricate out of thin air. Every entry had to have a corresponding exit; what came in had to equal what went out. Income and expenses could be checked against each other.
Even if Xu Changtian could see the future and had ordered these books to be forged the moment she was captured, there was no way he could have produced this many in just ten days.
Watching Su Jinxuan's expression, Xu Yuan had a rough idea of what she was thinking.
Heh. If account books were that easy to forge, so many accountants in his previous life wouldn't have ended up taking the fall and doing time.
Xu Yuan casually picked up one of the account books from the floor and opened it. As he flipped through the pages, he said offhandedly,
"If you need the Konghua Chamber of Commerce's false accounts for comparison, I can also have the Black Scale Guard in the Imperial Capital send them over."
False accounts?
Real accounts?
Staring at the mountain of account books before her, Su Jinxuan felt her heart tremble.
If all