Xuanyuan Jian had indeed, as people thought, received the news about Wen Rou. Everything inside the room was as if it had been baptized by a tempest.
"Where is the person..."
Except for the housekeeper, who dared to step forward, everyone else who heard the news wished they could disappear right there, hanging their heads in despair, thinking that their lives were over today.
"That person has already been castrated and locked in the Water Prison."
Xuanyuan Jian's face was a mix of pale green and white, his words laced with venom, "Don't let him die easily. I want to dismember him piece by piece."
In frustration, Xuanyuan Jian smashed a set of precious colored-glaze tea set to pieces.
The Grand Steward stood by, too afraid to even breathe.
Xuanyuan Jian chuckled sinisterly and turned his venomous gaze to the servants kneeling on the ground, "What did you hear just now?"
Not one dared to speak.
