Clerk Zhou seethed with hatred:
"I saw it with my own eyes. It was that eunuch Wu Xianzhong who gave the order."
"After escaping the mine, I returned to the county office under cover of night and took some evidence."
With that, he drew several booklets from his sleeve.
They contained lists of those killed in the mine disaster and those who survived, complete with their detailed addresses.
There was also an account of the case stamped with the official seal. Its forceful handwriting made it easy to imagine the towering fury that had filled County Magistrate Gu as his brush raced across the paper!
Jia Huan took the booklets, his voice icy:
"A man who sought to secure a livelihood for the people died without a sound, while greedy evildoers soared smoothly through the ranks. This court is rotten to its core!"
How utterly desperate County Magistrate Gu must have felt when he was beaten to death!
What wrong had he committed by seeking justice for the people?
Clerk Zhou swallowed, his voice almost servile as he pleaded:
"I hope you won't be like that Censor, Lord Jia, deliberately shielding evil and turning a blind eye to its ugliness."
The man before him possessed status and authority. That was why he had trusted him unconditionally and handed over everything.
If even the young man who had reached the pinnacle of his generation in the martial world, the youngest Deputy Thousand-Household Commander in the history of the Embroidered Uniform Guard Office, bowed before evil, this injustice would never see the light of day!
Jia Huan's reply was brief and chilling:
"I will never betray your trust. I will cut off that eunuch's head with my own hands!"
Then he handed the booklets to Scholar. "Divide these up and order our