Qin Ye turned his head to look.

The topic of cold wind was successfully diverted!

On the high platform, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the prefect's daughter, wearing a pink silk dress and a veil, walked out slowly. Her slender and graceful figure caught the eyes of the men, making them look at her with fiery and longing eyes.

Who wouldn't want to be the prefect's son-in-law?

Who doesn’t want to marry a rich girl and save thirty years of hard work?

The prefect of Xiangnan City was a middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing brown clothes and having a square face. He looked serious and smiled in a casual manner. He was a relatively easy-going person.

As soon as he came out, many people in the audience shouted:

"Father-in-law!"

Upon hearing this, Magistrate Li was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.

After the atmosphere on the scene calmed down a little, he raised his voice and said:

"My fellow countrymen, my fellow men! I, Li Gang, the prefect of Southern Hunan, have been stationed in Southern Hunan for more than ten years. Over the years, I have treated the people with kindness and have always been united with the people. In my eyes, there is no distinction between high and low..."

He spoke in a formulaic manner.

These words were particularly friendly to the people, and many people gave them a thumbs up to praise them:

"Lord Li is a good official."

"Yes, he never puts on airs as a high-ranking official, and often helps ordinary people personally..."

"He's a good man..."

Inside the pavilion box.

Qin Ye rested his hands on the windowsill, chin slightly lifted, and looked at Magistrate Li, who spoke in a smooth and pleasant manner.

First impression: He is a peaceful and kind middle-aged man.

But, don’t judge a person by his appearance.

Sometimes, the most benign and harmless things are often the most dangerous.

Without even turning her head, she asked, "What is the mission that Xiangnan City wants to investigate during this southern tour?"

Han Feng immediately replied: "The tax on silk is not right, and the miscellaneous accounts of tea, rice, etc., are not consistent with the court."

Someone embezzled a huge amount of money.

The local accounts must be provided to the prefect, who then provides them to the governor, the governor gives them to the Ministry of Revenue, and the Ministry of Revenue will make the final arrangement and report it to the emperor and deposit it into the national treasury.

"Oh." Qin Ye understood, "Since we have investigated the local area, it seems that the prefect and the governor are involved."

After her visits yesterday and today, she roughly understood that in Xiangnan City, Magistrate Li was kind and generous and did many good deeds, and was recognized by the people as a good official.

The governor of southern Hunan, who was also the prefect's designated son-in-law, was a strict, cruel, violent man with a very bad reputation.

At this moment, there was a commotion like an earthquake outside:

"Ms. Li threw the bouquet!!"

“Grab it!!”

I saw black heads rushing forward one after another, grabbing the red hydrangea frantically. The red hydrangea jumped from one person's hand to that person's hand, and then bounced to the other side.

Everyone was scrambling like crazy, with red eyes, sleeves rolled up, and trying their best.

The bamboo hydrangea bounces and bounces...

Miss Li stood on the high platform, looking at the hydrangea indifferently, without any expectation in her eyes.

Because she knew that no matter where the hydrangea bounced, it would eventually be snatched away by the governor's men.

As expected...

Just when everyone was happily scrambling for it, a man with good kung fu skills flew up, grabbed the hydrangea, did a few backflips in the air, and landed steadily on the ground.

Lifting the hydrangea, she shouted:

"The governor's advisor, Wei Chujun, has won the embroidered ball for my master. Everyone, acknowledge this!"

In the box.

Qin Ye saw that things were going in the expected direction, narrowed his eyes, and slowly rolled up his sleeves:

"Hanfeng, get ready, get to work."