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Unlike those frivolous men and women in the flower houses, this place wrapped the pursuit of pleasure in a veneer of elegance. In addition, there were various forms of entertainment here, such as wine pools, meat feasts, public nudity, and live target shooting, all played out with little regard for human life.
These reckless activities primarily attracted the destitute—orphans, elderly, and beggars—who were plentiful on the streets; no one would notice if they went missing. Shi Yun and his group arrived swiftly, having devised a plan along the way. Some charged inside while others blocked the perimeter. Although a few managed to escape, they captured a significant number of individuals, including several familiar officials.
The officials pleaded for mercy from Shi Yun, clearly having chosen the wrong person to beg from. While he carried out his tasks, half of his mind was focused on Wang Kuan, who was energetically helping with the captures. His gaze softened gradually as he watched him.
Wang Kuan noticed this change and felt a shiver run down his spine. He turned away and muttered under his breath that it was no use looking at him; the hardships endured by their elders over the years should not be in vain. Though he couldn't go too far himself, he thought it was only fair that Wang Kuan should also face some trials.
Wang Kuan was purposefully searching for someone but had yet to find them even as things began to wrap up; instead, he let out a sigh of relief. The game was not over yet.
Shi Yun observed the captured individuals and pieced together a rough outline of events that hinted at the Cui Family's involvement. With so many people involved, Qi Xiaomian volunteered to take charge since many officials had been compliant lately. The cells at The Office of Censors had emptied significantly, and Chancellor was familiar with the torture devices there; it seemed fitting to conduct interrogations at his place.
Shi Yun nodded in agreement, thanking him for his assistance. Chancellor politely declined any thanks. Meng Yi also approached, unwilling to miss this opportunity and expressed a desire to learn from the experience.
In The Office of Censors' territory, Qi Xiaomian called the shots, fulfilling Meng Yi's wish. On their way there, Chancellor did something he rarely did in his life: he shamelessly followed Wang Kuan closely. Even when Wang Kuan made veiled insults along the way, Chancellor kept his head down and remained silent.
Wang Kuan had some restraint; fearing that this old man might cry outside, he refrained from bringing up past grievances and decided to wait until matters settled down before finding a private moment to discuss everything that had made Chancellor shed tears over the years.
Qi Xiaomian leaned in close to Sang Qingxiao and whispered that one of his people had spotted someone outside a certain residence—a person who should have been dead long ago. Noticing Sang Qingxiao's lack of reaction, he sighed and remarked that it seemed this matter was far from over.
Sang Qingxiao asked if they had released the person.
"I can guess your thoughts," Qi Xiaomian replied. "As you wished, but is all your effort worth it? The slow grind of a dull knife against flesh—endless torment—what's so interesting about that?"
Curiosity piqued within him; what had the Cui Family done to inspire such deep-seated hatred?
"It’s not me who hates the Cui Family," Qi Xiaomian clarified. "They won't be ruined by my hands just yet. Cui Cheng is an Imperial Teacher who knows how to manipulate public opinion and has always been adept at navigating social dynamics; his reputation in both court and among the people is formidable. Such a reputation cannot be easily destroyed with one blow. By the time I have nearly brought them down, those who despise him most will likely come forward."
(Without any quantity, it keeps decreasing, feeling unhappy, one day.)
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