Zu An had been wondering whether to hand Han Fengqiu to Sang Hong as proof. But now that he was in front of the grave of Chen Zhou’s wife and son, and he thought about all the lives of the villagers that had been lost, he decisively gave up on that thought.

He didn’t think he had the right to decide whether the perpetrators deserved to be forgiven or not. All he could do was to send the killers over and let the victims decide for themselves in the afterlife.

As for dealing with King Qi, having Han Fengqiu as proof wouldn’t make much of a difference compared to not having him.

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After paying his respects, Zu An returned to the temporary official residence. When he got back, he saw that the Armed Escort had already made quite a few arrests.

Sang Hong was nervously busying himself with tasks. He had to interrogate the criminals, look over the account book, and do several other things.

Zu An finally found a chance to talk to him. He asked, “Respected uncle, is there something wrong with the account book we got?”

“There are some parts that do not line up. King Qi’s forces have definitely done some things to cover up the truth all this time, but I am confident that after some careful investigation, we’ll be able to quickly find out the truth.”  A smile appeared...