"After you collected them, didn't the brothel train them themselves? Sent them to Qingyun Manor in the north of the city?"
Fang Che frowned.
These two housekeepers from the brothel both shared the same testimony: Qingyun Manor!
"What's the total number?"
Fang Che asked Ma Yidao, who was accompanying the trial.
Ma Yidao's heart shattered in fear, and with a thud, he knelt down: "The total... over the years, a total of two hundred and thirty thousand..."
"How many died?" Fang Che asked coldly.
"Twenty-seven thousand three hundred..."
"You didn't directly participate, but how much money did you take?"
"One... one million seven hundred thousand."
Ma Yidao regretted deeply, pinching his thigh, tears streaming down.
As a district leader, he managed so many brothels, earning millions of taels of silver easily each year, along with other hidden incomes.
If he lost his life for just over a million taels contributed by these bastards over the years, that would truly be unjust.
