After Chen Wei finished speaking, he made to leave.
Just as he had expected, Jin Chuan, who had been putting on the airs of a seasoned veteran and sitting as securely as a fisherman on his platform, could no longer sit still.
"Oh!"
"Lord Chen, what do you mean by this?"
"Lord Chen, don't be hasty. Sit down first! Let's keep drinking tea!"
Jin Chuan grabbed Chen Wei's sleeve, half pulling him back, half inviting him to stay.
Instead of calling for the Celestial Maiden outside, he picked up the jade teapot himself, bent down, and personally poured the tea, adopting a thoroughly humble posture.
"Your old brother spoke too much just now." Jin Chuan wore an ingratiating smile, his tone deferential. "Lord Chen, please don't mind it. Don't take it to heart!"
Chen Wei said nothing. Nor did he show any intention of picking up his cup.
His meaning was clear: spare him the pleasantries and get to the point.
Jin Chuan truly had not expected Chen Wei to be a reckless young hothead who actually dared to light the fuse. He had dared to hand over the documents earlier because he had gambled that the young man would not dare expose the matter. After all, it involved the Great Heavenly Venerable and Taibai Jinxing.
Under the Heavenly Court's unwritten rules, a newly appointed official faced with rotten accounts like these would usually hold his nose and accept them.
As long as Chen Wei swallowed this insult, the Rain Directorate could continue enjoying its flourishing days, and Jin Chuan would have vented some resentment on behalf of his exiled cousin, Hou Zong.
But now look what had happened.
Chen Wei had decided to take things seriously. Not only would he refuse to swallow the insult, he intended to brandish