Father Is Hong Shaobing!
Bai Yan rested a hand on the Snow Drinking Saber at his waist and strode toward the main hall of the Hong residence.
The moment he stepped into the main hall, he saw a middle-aged man who looked to be around forty seated in the host's place.
The man had a refined appearance. Dressed in an official robe of the Junior Vice Director of the Palace Household Department, he held a teacup and sipped his tea unhurriedly, his expression utterly unruffled.
It was as though he had not seen the Imperial Guard raiding his home at all.
"Lord Hong, you truly have remarkable composure."
Bai Yan strode forward and looked down at Hong Shaobing:
"Disaster is knocking at your door, yet you can remain so calm and collected."
"I have to admit, your bearing is rather admirable."
Hong Shaobing put down his teacup, glanced at Bai Yan, and said indifferently:
"Since taking office, I, Hong, have always been clean and self-disciplined, with empty sleeves and an upright heart. I have nothing to be ashamed of before Heaven above, Earth below, His Majesty, or the common people. What do I have to fear?"
Hong Shaobing's words rang out with force, his spirit and bearing at their peak.
Judging by his expression and gestures, anyone who did not know better might truly have taken him for a peerless incorruptible official, one rarely seen in a century.
But Bai Yan did not believe a single word of this nonsense.
Besides, the Imperial Guard's duty was to confiscate property. Investigating cases was not their concern.
Whether one was an honest official, a corrupt official, or a rebel of the Demonic Cult, it had nothing to do with the Imperial Guard. That was for the emperor to decide. Bai Yan was