Meng Anli had recovered by now.
She looked at the officials, walked over to one of them—a square-faced man brimming with righteous energy, whose expression had not changed—and asked tentatively, "Are you Uncle Bi'an?"
Bi'an's solemn expression softened slightly. "It is I."
Meng Anli said cautiously, "Uncle, I would like to ask you..."
The softness vanished from Bi'an's face. He raised a broad hand to interrupt her. "There is no need to plead for mercy. I will summon my subordinates. A stench like this could never have been formed by merely one or two corpses."
Meng Anli was relieved.
As expected of Lord Bi'an, upright and impartial.
She had never imagined Uncle Lu would be able to invite him.
He had never associated with these ministers.
"No!" Meng Mingde walked toward Bi'an. "Lord Bi'an, for the sake of our years of friendship..."
"What a joke!" Bi'an cut him off with a fierce shout. "What friendship do we have? You dare slander my good name? Your crime is aggravated!"
After saying that, he strode quickly down below.
Meng Mingde turned his spearhead on Lu Zhiyuan. "What did you do to my two sons?! You are utterly lawless!"
Lu Zhiyuan supported Anli with one hand and pointed into the darkness with the other. "You say I am lawless?"
Enraged, he raised a foot.
After cursing, Meng Mingde jumped down himself first. After all, being kicked down would not have looked very good.
Lu Zhiyuan missed his kick and stamped his foot in anger.
Meng Anli smiled softly and comforted him. "Uncle, we can kick him once we get down there."
Lu Zhiyuan advised her, "You were so badly injured. You should not go down."
"I'm fine. I won't be frightened."
Meng Anli mocked herself inwardly. After all, she had lived in there