Outside Qin Capital, the sheltered district.
More than ten people dressed in the Ink Robe of the Regent's Mansion rode tall horses into the district, followed by several wagons full of goods, covered by white snow, making it impossible to discern what they carried.
"By the sacred decree, the royal grace overflows, restoring the books of three thousand three hundred impoverished souls in the sheltered district..." Zhong Yang solemnly announced in the center of the sheltered district.
Restore the books?
Many heard the voice, huddled their bodies, and braced themselves against the fierce wind and snow to come out.
Zhong Yang remained expressionless and continued the announcement.
"This sheltered district undermines the prosperity of Qin Capital and shall be demolished immediately."
Demolish the sheltered district?
Already struggling through the wind and snow, the impoverished instantly fell into despair, their frail bodies seemingly about to be buried under tonight's storm.
