Wild Daoist looked at the crowd. The corpse swayed in the wind, and every face present was deathly pale.
Though most of them had seen dead people before, not all deaths were alike. This time, the dead woman was a former colleague, hanged for betraying her master. This was clearly an execution meant to make an example of her.
But could they blame the prince?
Everyone knew how well the prince treated them. It was not really that Prince Dai paid higher monthly wages-the difference was only twenty or thirty percent. What mattered was the household discipline used to deal with servants.
The Princes of Qi and Shu had held their titles for years, and no small number of people had been carried out of their residences. They had thought Prince Dai generous before, and that judgment still held true now. People ought to cherish their blessings.
"Jiang Yi." Prince Dai withdrew his gaze from the corpse and turned it on Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi quickly bowed his head. "Here."
"You handled this matter very well. The deputy steward's post is still vacant, so you may take it. I also award you a hundred taels of silver. Go to the accounts office to collect it."
Joy stirred in Jiang Yi's heart. Rising higher within the residence meant not only that he could do more, but also that Prince Dai trusted him. That would greatly benefit his undercover assignment, and he immediately accepted with delight.
Watching Jiang Yi's delighted expression, Su Ziji then turned to Bo Yan. "Bo Yan."
"Your Highness!" The young man stepped out of the ranks and bowed to Su Ziji.
"You rendered great service in investigating Granny Jia. Though you have already been rewarded, it was still insufficient compared with your contribution. Here is what we shall