But he has already rotted in the soil beneath his feet, unable to distinguish right from wrong. Give him justice? Put him back in his official position? What's the point?
No point at all.
Karma is inevitable.
Jun Ning could return things to him, but the person he once was is now lost. Even if he sits in that position again, he would only be a parasite, engaging in deceitful practices, no different from County Magistrate Li.
Thinking of this, Jun Ning sighed and took out his purse, filled with gold leaves. For an ordinary person, it would be enough to live a lifetime in comfort.
Jun Ning threw the whole bag of gold leaves at Bai Wenzuo's feet, "Reverse the accounts, and this bag of gold leaves will be yours."
If it were Bai Wenzuo a few years ago, even if someone threw a thousand taels of gold at his feet, he wouldn't be tempted, let alone pick it up.
Because he felt it was an insult.
