Chapter 367: Chapter 367: Does the Princess Need an Auspicious Hour to Deal with You?
After a while.
A portly man in an official robe hurriedly ran in.
"Prime Minister, I... I greet you," he gasped, presumably rushing back, sweating profusely.
Bai Zhi’er looked at his fat head and ears, then thought of the emaciated common people.
She couldn’t help but pout, her little face showing disdain.
Prime Minister Wen’s face darkened, he asked, "It’s the hour of duty, where did the county magistrate go?"
The fat county magistrate was stunned, his small eyes twinkled with a look of deceit.
He immediately knelt down, feigning tears, "Prime Minister, my eighty-year-old mother is gravely ill, I just went home to see if she took her medicine on time."
"I was late for duty, it’s my mistake, I’m willing to self-punish three months’ salary, please don’t be angry, Prime Minister."
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big black eyes, softly and curiously asked, "You went to visit your mother? But your steward said you went to inspect a nearby village."
The fat county magistrate’s motion of wiping tears froze.
Earlier in his rush back, the steward hadn’t even had time to brief him.
He only heard that Prime Minister Wen suddenly visited, and dismissed a small government official sent by Master Wei.
Seeing the fat county magistrate stammering unable to explain.
Prime Minister Wen sneered coldly.
"I came today to investigate a case from last year, but unexpectedly found that the county’s magistrate acts freely at whim, treating official duties like child’s play, it’s simply hateful and laughable!"
The fat county magistrate sweated profusely, "I was wrong, I’ll never dare again!"
Prime Minister Wen was too lazy to look at him, "Enough with the nonsense, immediately find the case file from last April in Fanjin Alley."
The fat county magistrate quickly nodded, his legs weak; fortunately, other government officials supported him, preventing him from falling and making a fool of himself.
Soon, the fat county magistrate found the case file.
"Please have a look, Prime Minister."
Prime Minister Wen took it and handed it over to Bai Zhi’er.
The fat county magistrate watched, shocked in his heart.
Who is this little girl?
Bai Zhi’er blinked her big eyes, her little face solemn, looking from top to bottom.
She furrowed her little brows, confusedly asked, "Reconciled?"
The case file stated that Yang Zhuang, the victim, reconciled with the assailant, Wei Zian.
The fat county magistrate nodded, "Yes, the details of the incident, the outcome, and witness testimonies are all written in the case file."
Bai Zhi’er pouted, "That’s not right, the person who was beaten was carried home that day and couldn’t make it, died the next day, where did he have the strength to reconcile?"
The fat county magistrate turned his eyes, saying sullenly, "This case file also has Yang Zhuang’s signature and fingerprint, it can’t be wrong."
Bai Zhi’er tossed the case file onto the table, "Fake!"
She slapped the table with her small hand, angrily scolded, "Yang Zhuang died in April, the signature date on the file is at the end of April, he was already dead, how could he sign, it’s a fraud!"
After saying this, Bai Zhi’er got off the chair and walked out without turning back.
Additionally, she said, "Uncle Wen, also dismiss the fat county magistrate!"
Prime Minister Wen immediately clasped his hands, "Yes."
He promptly stepped to follow.
The fat county magistrate, aghast, widened his eyes, hurriedly grabbed Prime Minister Wen’s robes, "Prime Minister, there must be a misunderstanding in this matter, please give me some time to clarify, we can’t just listen to whatever that little girl says!"
Prime Minister Wen looked down, cold-eyed at him.
"She is the Princess, does she need to choose an auspicious moment to dismiss you?"
After saying this, Prime Minister Wen flicked his robe, heavily snorted, and followed to leave.