Feng Hongde's heart gave a violent leap. Steadying himself, he said, "I came under orders..."
"Whose orders?"
"Naturally, Commander Cao's."
"Oh? But Official Cao said he never gave you any orders. Feng, where is the written directive?"
Feng Hongde's pupils contracted slightly. "I want to see Official Cao!"
The corners of Prefect Song's mouth lifted faintly. With a wave of his hand, he said, "Men, take Feng to see Official Cao."
Cao Rong was in the prison.
The past two days had left him somewhat dazed. Ever since he woke up that day, he had been escorted here.
Overnight, the winds and clouds had changed; in an instant, he had fallen from the heavens to the ground.
No matter how furious he became or how he used his status to cow others, no one paid him any heed.
He knew Xue Shao was dead set on opposing him. And for some unknown reason, Jiao Tong and Song Hao had also chosen Xue Shao's side, utterly unafraid of his retaliation.
The entire day, he had been steeped in rage, mentally tearing Xue Shao into eight pieces over and over, before escalating to chopping him into ten thousand pieces...
Yet no matter how furious he was, Xue Shao never appeared, and no one in the prison paid him any attention.
After venting for an entire day, once the night had grown deep and still, Cao Rong's reason gradually returned.
He first thought of the items missing from the master bedroom, then the storehouse that had been emptied clean, and finally the treasure vault that had silently vanished, though he did not know when it had been cleared out.
The hidden compartment in the master bedroom and the storehouse were one thing, but even his own sons did not know about that treasure