Chen Yi sat on his horse, coldly observing everything.
Qin Qingluo seemed uninterested in Dao Chengsi's defense. She didn't even inquire about the origins of those "bandits," but continued in that icy tone:
"I have come to verify the household and land records of the Southern Border. Dao Tusi, in your jurisdiction over three villages and eighteen hamlets, how many households did you report last year? How many acres of land? Has there been any increase or decrease this year?"
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Dao Chengsi's forehead. He knelt on the ground, his mind racing, and his voice growing more humble:
