"Every year, the Ministry of Official Personnel Affairs of the imperial court has expressly stipulated in writing that the salaries of officials are determined according to their positions," Baili Jia Jue said in a calm tone with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, yet no warmth could be felt. "Lord Liao, you are just a little magistrate, how did you manage to let your son wear brocade garment worth more than 100 silver per piece?"
Magistrate Liao's finger was shaking slightly. He tried to intimidate him with his official position and said, "Private Advisor Long, I'm talking to Young Master Chen, not you, where do you think you..."
"Answer my question!" Baili Jia Jue interrupted him with his cold voice. His eyes sent chills down Magistrate Liao's spine; it was so cold that it could almost freeze his skin.
At that instant, Magistrate Liao could actually sense the fear that he had never felt before…
