Time goes back to a month ago.
In the capital, an unremarkable teahouse.
The aroma of tea lingered in the air, but it couldn't conceal the turmoil in Song Liu's heart.
Sitting opposite him was a mysterious man wrapped in a cloak, with only a pair of bright and restrained eyes showing.
"Censor Song has a good reputation and is upright and incorruptible. My master admires him very much."
The mysterious man's voice was hoarse and low. "Now, there is a matter of great importance to the safety of the country, and only a loyal and upright man like Censor Song can do it."
Song Liu forced himself to remain calm: "What's the matter? Who is your master?"
The mysterious man did not answer his identity, but slowly pushed a heavy brocade bag from his sleeve.
The bag was slightly open, revealing a thick stack of brand new silver bills. The denomination of each banknote was enough to support an ordinary family for ten years.
On top of the silver note, there was also a house deed and a personal deed.
The house deed was to an exquisite villa in a place in the capital where every inch of land was valuable, while the body deed was to a notorious prostitute on a pleasure boat somewhere in the capital.
Song Liu's breath stopped, his eyes fixed on the brocade bag, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.
"After the task is completed, I will give you ten times as much as this."
The mysterious man's voice was like a spell, "All we need to do is for Censor Song to make a suggestion at the right time within the Censorate to have Zhao Muyun from Shuozhou transferred back to the capital for investigation on the most severe charges."
"As for the charges, it is up to Censor Song to decide. As long as the goal of 'transferring from Shuozhou' is achieved, it will be fine."
Song Liu's hands trembled slightly. He wanted to push the brocade bag away, but it seemed like he was sucked by a magnet.
"You...you are trying to frame a high-ranking general! Zhao Muyun..."
"Does it matter whether Zhao Muyun is innocent or not?"
The mysterious man interrupted him, his voice tinged with sarcasm, "The important thing is that he blocked a path he shouldn't have blocked. Censor Song, a man who knows the current affairs of the time is a hero."
"Think about your future, think about the wealth and comfort that is within your reach... or think about the consequences of rejecting my master?"
There was deathly silence in the private room.
After a long time, Song Liu's trembling hand finally stretched out slowly and pressed on the cold brocade bag.
The sharp edges of the banknotes poked his palms and crushed the remaining dignity in his heart.
At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his own faith collapsing.
For the future, for this suffocating wealth and beauty...
What is a Zhao Muyun?
What's more, the other party only promised to "transfer for review."
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