"A joke, your great companions went to distribute the condolence Silver Coin using the storage ring and Storage Bag from the treasury."
"You couldn't possibly let this information slip, so how did you know I was distributing the condolence money? What, could it be that my dear uncle even cares about the soldiers who died in battle?" Mu Rufeng said coldly.
"This... I don't know who it was, but that day a letter suddenly appeared on my desk."
"The things it said seemed right to me; we can't give so much Silver Coin to those Qiu Ba, so I took the money back."
"Your Highness, I was wrong, I really was wrong, I wasn't trying to embezzle for myself, I just wanted to give it to Your Highness." Marquis Xuanping spilled the beans in a rush.
"Wrong? You really have a lot of nerve, that's the condolence money we're talking about. I had just sent it out, and you turned around and took it away, even under my name. How do you expect others to see me?"
