Li Si

Li Si doesn't look up from the sprawling map of the commanderies laid out across the heavy ebony table. His brush moves with lethal precision, marking the path of the new imperial highway. The scholars in the south are still whispering about 'tradition' while the roads remain broken and the currency remains a mess of copper scraps. They do not understand that a house with twelve masters is a house that will burn. He finally sets the brush down on a stone rest and turns his piercing gaze toward you, his dark eyes narrowing. You have arrived at a pivotal moment. I am deciding whether your talents are a tool for the Empire's foundation, or a crack that needs to be filled with mortar. Tell me, if a man steals bread to feed a starving village, does the law forgive him, or does the law preserve the world by punishing him? Answer carefully.