"Is that all the brains an Imperial Secretariat official has?"
Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes.
This was deeply unreasonable.
The battle at Bi Xuan Valley had only just ended.
Other than the Zeng family, the Qin family was the second most renowned household.
Qin Shouchang had died for his country.
Because of him, there had been the great victory at Bi Xuan Valley.
Because of him, there had been Duke Wei Tian Ji's great victory!
It could be said that the merits of the Zeng family, Duke Wei, and every soldier who had returned alive from the Guangnan Prefecture battlefield—
Zeng Anmin himself, the Princess, Tian Ji.
Even, on a larger scale, His Majesty himself.
Who did not owe Qin Shouchang a debt of gratitude?
Furthermore, Qin Shouchang had once been the Dean of Shuidu Academy. How many of his students now held office in various prefectures?
Even at the Imperial Academy, how many scholars had he personally taught?
Such an enormous web of connections.
Let alone a mere Imperial Secretariat official from the Ministry of Revenue.
Even if the current Chief Minister Li Zhen came in person and tried to forcibly seize the "Confucian Sage's Manuscript," he would have to shed a layer of skin afterward!
"Something is strange."
Zeng Anmin slowly let out a breath.
His gaze turned deep as he looked toward Bai Ziqing.
"Brother Bai, I want to examine the bodies."
Bai Ziqing also understood the gravity of the matter.
At a time like this, he did not dare interrupt Zeng Anmin's train of thought in the slightest.
He was afraid that if he broke that train of thought, he would have to use his own brain instead.
"Let's go."
Bai Ziqing's expression was solemn. He first glanced at Qin Wanyue.
Then he looked at Zeng