Xue Shao forced Cao Rong to show himself.
The hidden compartment in his master bedroom had been stolen from, and so many of his men had been arrested. If he still did not appear, the Cao family might truly be seized and confiscated.
Cao Rong was not entirely without scruples. He did not wish to rebel, so he could only seek another way to resolve this.
He would speak with Xue Shao first. If it could be settled peacefully, all the better. If not...
A cold gleam flashed through Cao Rong's eyes. If it could not be resolved through words, then it could only be resolved through force.
He did not want to rebel, but when officials drove the people into rebellion, if His Majesty truly called him to account, that would be Xue Shao's calamity, not his fault.
If Xue Shao had not pressed them so hard and left them no way to live, how would he have been driven to the end of the road?
When he dismounted and looked up at the plaque of the Prefectural Yamen, Cao Rong suddenly remembered his elderly mother, wife, and children back in the capital.
Pain flashed through his eyes. It was all Xue Shao's fault. If they wanted to hate someone, they could hate Xue Shao.
Cao Rong set his face and stepped into the Prefectural Yamen.
At that moment, Xue Shao had already finished interrogating the five men. The yamen runners were carrying buckets of water to wash down the main hall. Perhaps they had not expected the Commander to come; they stood frozen in place, buckets in hand.
Hearing the commotion, Xue Shao looked up from the confessions he was reading. With a faint smile, he set down the evidence in his hand. "Commander Cao has arrived. Someone,