The steward was taken aback.
Then, with a bitter expression, he said, "Reporting to the Prime Minister, I do not have that authority."
"The key to the archive is with the County Magistrate. He’s not here, so I can’t open it."
"Where is your County Magistrate? It is his duty hour, have him come and cooperate with my investigation immediately."
The steward’s eyes shifted, and he said guiltily, "Recently, there’s been a pest outbreak in a nearby village, so the County Magistrate went with some people to check on it."
Zhi’er’s big dark eyes looked at him.
The little one turned her head and said to Prime Minister Wen, "Uncle Wen, let us wait for him here."
Prime Minister Wen nodded, "Very well."
The steward was internally startled.
He couldn’t stop pondering why a Prime Minister would listen so intently to a little girl.
At this moment, inside his mind, he was constantly shouting, Oh no!
Their County Magistrate had gone out to indulge in pleasure.
Usually, no one would report to the officials, and even if they did, big issues would be downplayed to small issues and small issues to nothing.
Who would have thought that the Prime Minister, head of all officials, would visit unexpectedly.
The steward dared not defy, and quickly invited the Prime Minister and Bai Zhi’er to take a seat.
Not long after, the beaten government official was carried in.
Bai Zhi’er turned her head and said to Prime Minister Wen, "Uncle Wen, this government official neglected his duties. When someone came for help, he made various excuses first, showing how vile he is to the people normally!"
"Suspend him for three months and let him go home to reflect!" The little one declared with a commanding tone.
Prime Minister Wen nodded and called the steward to convey the message.
The steward was already anxious and breaking out in a cold sweat.
Hearing this, his eyebrows knotted like caterpillars.
"Prime Minister..." The steward whispered with difficulty, "This is not easy to handle."
Prime Minister Wen frowned at him, "What’s so difficult? Once I return to the palace, I will issue a document. You give the order now, what’s the problem?"
The steward shook his head and whispered, "That government official is the eldest grandson of Minister Wei’s wet nurse. Minister Wei specifically sent someone to instruct us that day."
"If he is removed, Prime Minister, shouldn’t someone be sent to inform the Wei Residence?"
Bai Zhi’er widened her big eyes.
The little one put her hands on her hips, full of momentum, "Uncle Prime Minister has said to remove him, and you still dare to bring up the Wei Family? Do you also want to be punished?"
Prime Minister Wen was even more stern as he said, "If Minister Wei wants to pursue this, let him come see me."
"It’s no wonder that government official was so arrogant; turns out he’s been relying on backers to act recklessly!"
Prime Minister Wen was angry.
He said harshly, "Not only will I suspend him today, but I will also dismiss him and let him leave. He will not be employed again!"
The steward, seeing the Prime Minister’s anger, dared not say anything more and hurriedly nodded, bowed repeatedly, and turned to convey the order.
Bai Zhi’er watched Prime Minister Wen, his breathing rapid and his face flushed with anger.
He slapped the table: "Unbelievable!"
To think that without visiting, I didn’t know the Wei Family had openly planted their people here.
It’s only a small government official yet so audacious.
After cursing, Prime Minister Wen quickly looked to the side at Bai Zhi’er.
His expression softened, reverting to a scholar’s elegance, "Your Highness, hope I didn’t frighten you just now?"
Bai Zhi’er obediently shook her little head, "Not at all."
Prime Minister Wen was about to speak again but, having been agitated, coughed violently.
Bai Zhi’er quickly picked up the rough tea just sent over by the steward and handed it to him. Follow current novᴇls on noⅴelfire.net
"Uncle Wen, don’t be angry. Have some tea to clear your thoughts." At that moment, a faint pinkish-white glow emanated from the little one’s fingertips, invisible to ordinary people.
Prime Minister Wen expressed his gratitude and reached out to take it.
After finishing the cup of tea, he felt his mind clearer and the fire in his chest seemed to calm down.
He took a deep breath, and his gaze became more profound.
When that County Magistrate returns, he will certainly get straightened out!