Great Zhou: Emperor Wu, I need to check your taxes.

Lin Yun took a deep breath and nodded.

This is like putting yourself on the hot seat of a fire!

But as Li Hong'er said, this is the only chance to turn the tables right under the nose of the Judicial Office!

"Alright, two hours is enough."

Lin Yun turned around, picked up the abacus that had been used until it was shiny and smooth, and walked up to Wang Fu.

He reached out and pulled the rag out of Wang Fu's mouth.

"Don't shout, or Miss Hong'er will cut off your ear with her knife."

Lin Yun's voice was calm, but anyone could hear the murderous intent within it.

[Tianyan Check - Open]

[Audit Target: Pharmacy Account Books (Wang Fu's Private Accounts)]

[Audit findings: Over the past five years, the cash flow of Jishetang under Wang Fu's name has been abnormal. Large sums of unexplained funds were deposited every March and September, with the notes indicating "incense money."]

[Asset Assessment: His personal hidden assets far exceed the pharmacy's profits, the source of which is unclear, but they strongly resemble hush money.]

"Manager Wang, or rather... Master Faming."

Lin Yun squatted down, and the abacus beads in his hand made a crisp "snap" sound, startling Wang Fu so much that he trembled all over.

"Let's settle the score."

"On the fifteenth day of the third month of the third year of Zhenguan, that cartload of 720 catties of 'medicinal dregs' must have been very difficult to transport, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Fu's eyes widened instantly, staring at Lin Yun as if he had seen a ghost.

This is top secret!

Apart from the coachman who was burned to death, no one knew anything about the coach!

"Who...who are you? I don't understand what you're saying! I'm innocent!" Wang Fu shouted hoarsely in his defense.

"Injustice?"

Lin Yun sneered and his fingers flew across the abacus.

"You're just a small pharmacy owner; five years ago, you were just a monk who only knew how to ring the bell. You bought the land deed for Jishetang that April for 120 strings of cash."

"In June of the same year, you purchased a residence in the west of the city and kept a prostitute, which cost you eighty strings of cash."

"Was this money a gift from Buddha? Or did it leak from that cartload of 'medicine dregs'?"

As one precise number after another was announced, Wang Fu's psychological defenses began to crumble.

In this era without big data, Lin Yun's ability to dig up old, messy accounts would be considered mind-reading or divine punishment by the ancients!

"I...I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

Wang Fu finally broke down, tears streaming down his face.

"It was Master Xue! It was that madman Xue Huaiyi! He's the one who made me move the stuff!"

"That night, in order to balance his accounts, he deliberately overturned the longevity lamp and burned down the archives of the Imperial Medical Bureau! Those so-called dregs of medicine were actually melted gold and silver!"

"There's more...there's more..." Wang Fu gasped for breath, his eyes filled with fear.

"What else?" Lin Yun pressed, his eyes sharp.

"And that Imperial Censor Lai Junchen!"

Wang Fu gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to vomit out all the fear he had ever felt in his life.

"Xue Huaiyi only wanted money, but that devil Lai Junchen had his men intercept the car beforehand and took a sandalwood box from inside!"

"It contains thirty-six longevity pills! That's the culmination of many years of effort by Li Congsi of the Imperial Medical Bureau!"

Thirty-six Longevity Pills!

Lin Yun was startled.

I went through so much trouble just for a few Meridian Opening Pills, but Lai Junchen actually has thirty-six pills that are said to grant immortality!

No wonder this old scoundrel can remain in power in the imperial court, and even the highly skilled imperial guards are wary of him.

This is the foundation built up through the use of medicine!

"What else?"

Lin Yun did not stop calculating because of this shocking secret.

He stared into Wang Fu's eyes, activated his third eye again, and locked his gaze on the source of that "incense money".

"Faming, you're still not being honest."

Lin Yun's voice suddenly turned cold, and he slammed the abacus in his hand to the ground.

"Bang!"

"Xue Huaiyi has fallen out of favor and been killed, and Lai Junchen's matter was five years ago."

"But who's sending you 'offering money' every month?"

"You still have dirt on someone, don't you?"

Wang Fu froze, his eyes darting around, stammering and unable to speak.

That was his last lifeline, and also a secret that could kill him ten thousand times over!

"Don't want to talk about it?"

Lin Yun stood up, walked to the window, and pointed to the gradually darkening sky outside.

"Listen, the wind outside is picking up."

"The magistrate's office is already on its way. Do you think they'll let you off the hook if you don't talk?"

"In Lai Junchen's eyes, you are a nuisance, a doomed ant."

"Only by giving me what can prove all of this, that empirical evidence that can definitively prove them wrong..."

Lin Yun turned around and looked down at him.

"Only the inner guards can keep you alive."

"Otherwise, once Zhou Xing rushes in, you won't even be able to leave a complete corpse."

Looking into Lin Yun's cold eyes and recalling the rumors of Lai Junchen's cruel methods, Wang Fu finally felt utterly hopeless.

"It's in my house... inside the base of the Buddha statue..."

"There's a... real perpetual ledger there, containing evidence of Xue Huaiyi's corruption..."

Upon seeing the words "Ten Thousand Years' Book," Lin Yun slowly closed his Heavenly Eye.

The perpetual ledger was a secret ledger used by wealthy families to record their most core and most shameful assets.

Although the monk Faming was greedy, he wasn't stupid; he knew to keep something in reserve for a long-term livelihood.

But just as Lin Yun was about to stand up, a strong feeling of dizziness suddenly struck him, and he stumbled and almost fell.

The repeated, high-intensity use of Tianyancha, coupled with the thrilling psychological battle just now.

My mental strength is now on the verge of being overdrawn.

"We can't give up, this isn't over yet..."

Lin Yun gritted his teeth, took out a white porcelain bottle from his pocket, and poured out the fifth Qi-replenishing pill.

Of the original ten units in stock, only half remain.

But he didn't hesitate and swallowed it.

boom--!

The medicinal power transformed into a surging heat current, rushing through the parched meridians like a vital force, heading straight for the Guanyuan acupoint in the lower abdomen, which seemed like a death trap.

This time, after the extreme squeezing, the stubborn "sludge" finally loosened again!

Thirty percent... forty percent!

Although it was not yet fully connected, Lin Yun clearly felt that in the blocked gap, a trace of extremely weak but real true energy finally traveled around the Ren meridian.

I've reached the threshold of the first realm!

"Yunlang..."

A gentle voice called out in her ear, and Su Qingtan came over carrying a bowl of still steaming lotus seed porridge.

Looking at Lin Yun's pale face and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, she felt a pang of heartache and her eyes reddened.

Without caring that there were outsiders present, she scooped up a spoonful of porridge, gently blew on it to cool it down, and brought it to Lin Yun's lips.

"Don't force yourself, have some porridge to warm your stomach."

Looking at his sister-in-law's concerned eyes, Lin Yun felt a warmth in his heart, and the exhaustion he felt from overexertion seemed to dissipate considerably.

He opened his mouth and drank it, the sweetness of the porridge warming him from his throat all the way to his heart.

The scene was heartwarming, as if the murderous intent in the room had been dissolved by this bowl of porridge.

However, this warmth lasted only a moment.

"Something terrible has happened!"