Chu Heng poured him tea: "Have a cup first, no need to be so angry."
"Ha, you have quite the nerve. In this Ministry of Punishment, you investigate as you please; I haven't interfered at all. This is well-known. In the end, it won't be I who is implicated but you, for your inefficacy." Zhang Zhonghai threw down his shoes, clapped his hands, let out a cold snort, and slowly sipped his tea.
Chu Heng showed no reaction to his words, blew the tea leaves off his cup, watched them swirl and sink to the bottom again, his gaze deep and voice low: "So, what Lord Zhang means is that he admits the Ministry of Punishments is as porous as a sieve?"
"Who admitted that?" Zhang Zhonghai glared at him angrily: "If you lack skills, don't throw everything onto me. Besides, do you have no idea whose interests you've touched?"
"I have an idea." Chu Heng put down his teacup: "Judging by the hour, the interrogation should be finished. Lord Zhang, would you like to accompany me for a look?"
