The Junior Fifth-Grade Hundred Households Officer of the mighty Black Banner Battalion, with a budding intelligence network in his hands, could get taken for a ride by his own servants? That chance is pretty much zero, because even if Wang Jian didn't say anything, he and the others would regularly check up on all of Shen Hao's servants and their connections.
Anyone daring to stir up trouble at Shen Hao's house would only end up living a fate worse than death in the dungeons of the Black Banner Battalion.
Nie Yun took out his little wine flask and started sipping bit by bit. All those dozens of jars of wine he'd hauled back had been poured into this gourd. Whenever he remembered, he took a swig, enjoying it with no intention of sharing it with anyone. Since this wine was especially fragrant, every time Nie Yun popped the cork, he could always hear the suppressed swallowing sounds of those around him.
