Half an hour later, Mu Yunhan was sitting in a small stone room, staring blankly at the mountains of books in front of him.
An old man with a stooped back introduced to her, "Jiang Marquis wants you to sort these volumes about Zhao into categories and register them.
Then take a look at the records inside to see if they are true. Those that are untrue must be picked out and put aside. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Mu Yunhan's face was expressionless.
The old man said again, "The Marquis said that you should do it carefully and carefully. If you do it well, he will ask your Majesty for your credit."
"Okay." Mu Yunhan smiled, turned around, picked up a book, and opened it.
At first glance, I was shocked.
This booklet is written about Shi Minsheng, the former Minister of War of the State of Zhao, and the trivial matters in his family.
Take another book, which is about another official and his family details.
At a glance, this is basically the case.
If you think about it carefully, these should all be attributed to the Mupai Party.
Over the past few decades, I have accumulated more and more seemingly useless information, and then collected and organized it through dedicated personnel to deduce many useful things.
Speaking of the King of Hell Bureau, the Emperor of Qi was able to use it to ascend to the throne, manipulate people's hearts, and use it for himself; of course, he could also spread this method to Zhao State and manipulate Zhao State's ministers to do things for them.
Perhaps it is for this reason that the State of Zhao declined rapidly in just ten years.
Seeing Mu Yunhan rummaging around, flipping it over and throwing it aside, the old man couldn't help but frown and said, "What are you doing?"
Mu Yunhan said angrily, "How can I handle this? I don't know how. And how do I know if it is true? I have never seen these people and things."
"That's your business." The old man smiled strangely and withdrew.
With a "pop" sound, the iron door was slammed shut, and the room fell into an eerie silence.
Mu Yunhan was shocked and rushed over, "Open the door, open the door, who told you to close the door?"
A small hole was exposed above the iron door, and the old man smiled through the window, "These are all confidential matters. In order to keep them secret, I have to let you live here until they are sorted out. Don't worry, Mr. Jianghou will report it to His Majesty."
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This means that no one will come to save Mu Yunhan even if she breaks her throat.
Mu Yunhan was so excited that he banged the door, "Let me out. This is your conspiracy. I have a jade card."
The old man ignored her and walked away.
Mu Yunhan knocked on the door once. Tired, he slid along the iron door and sat on the ground. His eyes were dull and his face was filled with fear and uncertainty.
Of course she would not see that there was a small hole in an inconspicuous place in the corner of the wall on the other side, and a pair of eyes were staring at her.
The old man bent his waist and walked forward along the dim passage of the underground palace. When he came to the outside of a brightly lit stone house in the middle, he bowed and said, "Old Luo Wai, please see the Marquis."
Jiang Wei was sitting inside, flipping through the files, talking to Tian Siji in a low voice. Hearing the sound, he said calmly, "Come in."
Mr. Luo said flatteringly, "Master Marquis, I have followed your instructions and sent Madam Zou Huiniang into the case room. She reacted very violently and kept yelling and banging on the door, saying it was murder and saying she couldn't do it."
He repeated Mu Yunhan's original words, bowed his head humbly, and waited for Jiang Wei's instructions.
Jiang Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the candlelight, and said, "Let's lock it down for a month or two first."
Qi Huang people are busy with many things, how could they remember such a little shrimp?