Ying Yin's face darkened.
At this moment, Xiao Huaian spoke up.
"My father often talked about the events of that year, saying that the national treasury was empty, the Imperial Palace's expenses were reduced, and Duke Shun and the Grand Tutor put a lot of effort into raising funds for charity."
"No funding? Each amount was indeed solid silver."
"Enough for you to drink thick porridge and survive those years."
As Xiao Huaian spoke, the heads of the noblemen from the Ministry of Justice lowered further and further, not daring to breathe loudly.
"Why did so many people still die?"
Xiao Huaian asked, "Fifth Prince, do you know?"
Ying Yin's face was as dark as ink.
The reason was none other than this.
The official who managed the disaster relief back then was his... uncle.
He never expected this fire to reach him.
Ying Yin only said one word.
"Remember!"
Xiao Huaian: Oh dear.
Righteous betrayal of family.
