"Lord Governor Liu Hong, are you truly not worried about your nephew Liu Wen's safety?"
The middle-aged man in black—Liu Hong, the Left Governor of the Shu State Governor's Office—set down his teacup and said with a smile:
"Second Brother, Wen'er is a grown man. It's quite normal for him to stay out all night occasionally. What is there to worry about?"
"Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be worried, but look at the timing!"
"The Dingyuan Army's three border towns were hit by a night raid, the summer grain at Iron Wall Town was burned, and at this critical juncture, Wen'er has disappeared. He..."
Seeing Liu Yu pause, a serious expression appeared on Liu Hong's square-jawed face as he asked:
"Second Brother, are you worried this is related to Wen'er?"
"Or... do you know something?"
Liu Yu glanced at him and fell silent for a moment before sighing. "The day before yesterday, Wen'er took three hundred thousand taels in silver notes from the accounts."
