Fletcher's Descent into the Abyss Chapter 12

In the eighth year of Emperor Clement's reign, it was midsummer.

The round-collared shirt of Wang Xian, the head of the Ministry of Revenue, was soaked with sweat. He felt very uncomfortable sitting on the chair and took off his black hat more than once to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Master Xiao." Wang Xian said hesitantly, "No, it's not that the Ministry of Accounts doesn't allocate money to you, it's that the treasury expenses haven't been settled yet, and Eunuch Pan doesn't approve the red money, so we really can't do anything to allocate it!"

"It takes time to settle the accounts." Casper Xiao took a few sips of the teacup, "I'm just waiting. There's no rush."

Wang Xian's throat slid as he looked at the calm Casper Xiao and the motionless imperial army in the corridor outside.