Not long after, inside the main hall of Yuxiu Manor.
Feng Ying and his son Feng Luo had their hands and feet bound, kneeling on the ground under the pressure of the Jin Yi Guards. In front of them lay the corpse of a black wolfhound.
"Sigh, even when the dog barked, you wouldn't deal with it yourselves. You had to make the Thousand Households come to handle it."
Among the Jin Yi Guards, a familiar face to Chen Yi, Zeng Yizhang, sighed and spoke.
Being a resourceful man, he guessed that the Thousand Households held disdain for the Feng father and son pair, so he spared no effort in mocking them, aligning himself with the Thousand Households to deepen their camaraderie.
Chen Yi swept his gaze over the Feng father and son. Their faces contorted into expressions, yet vastly different. Feng Ying wore a face full of anger, while Feng Luo looked as though he'd lost his parents, pale and grim.
Seeing Min Ning enter the hall to report, Chen Yi directly asked:
