Nervous?
Wang Han was truly nervous!
His ten fingers clenched tight, sweat seeping from his palms.
The people before him neither lusted after beauty nor loved rare treasures. One look told him they had come with ill intent and would not be easy to fool.
Even so, he still had some confidence.
He had lived in Fengrao Commandery for thirty years. From officials and great clans above to herb farmers, porters, and the waiters in taverns and teahouses below, he had long woven an impenetrable web of connections.
With just a single word sent out, every stir of wind and grass in Fengrao Commandery would reach his ears.
That was also the direct reason Wang Han had been able to lead people straight to Xu Changqing and the others not long after they arrived.
What was more... the more he thought about it, the calmer he became. He immediately dropped his butt onto that already-deformed cushion.
It had originally been a half-foot-thick brocade cushion stuffed with fluffy down. After being pressed beneath his obese body for years, its center had sunk in completely, even bearing a perfect imprint of his buttocks.
Seeing Xu Changqing remain silent, Hu Bugui was the first unable to suppress his curiosity. Zhao Ziyue also leaned over, while Lu Wu and Yu Shi joined in for the excitement.
Together, they sent their Spiritual Sense and Divine Sense into the "ledger."
After sweeping through the ledger's details and seeing the watered-down accounts, the other three were all taken aback.
Only the well-traveled Yu Shi remained expressionless, long accustomed to such things.
"Old Xu, what do you think we should do?"
"This matter won't be easy to handle!"
"If you ask me, we should just pretend we didn't see anything!"
Hu Bugui and Zhao Ziyue could not help