The Li Family Was Fortunate to Have Such a Patriarch

Wen Zhongyan clenched his teeth, bloody froth seeping through the gaps as his chest heaved.

He forced the words out almost one syllable at a time. "I... understand, my lord."

Satisfaction showed in Li Xinge's eyes.

He patted Wen Zhongyan's shoulder and straightened, and that mountain-like pressure abruptly vanished.

Wen Zhongyan's entire body went slack. He collapsed to the ground, coughing violently and gasping for breath, without a trace of the prime minister's son's earlier haughty dignity.

Everyone looked at him with contempt.

They had thought that anyone bold enough to provoke the Marquis of Chu to his face must have something to back it up. Who would have guessed he was a silver spear with a wax tip—impressive to look at, but utterly useless?

"Young master!"

The other three Wen Family Attendants he had brought turned pale and hurried forward to help him up.

Song Wuya coughed lightly. "Chief Administrator Wen has only just arrived and is unaccustomed to the local climate. He is feeling unwell. Quickly, help him back to rest."

"Yes, Chief Steward."

The three hastily complied.

They supported Wen Zhongyan and hurried away, without even the courage to spare Li Xinge another glance.

Li Xinge glanced at Song Wuya and said flatly, "Steward Song, since the decree has been read, forgive me for not keeping you company any longer. Please make yourself comfortable."

He did not wait for Song Wuya's reply.

A ripple spread through the void.

Li Xinge vanished.

Song Wuya's expression soured.

Li Xinge truly refused to give him even the slightest face.

Seeing that Li Xinge had left,

everyone else gradually dispersed as well.

Before long,

only the imperial envoys from Shenjing remained in the square.

None of them looked particularly pleased.

As imperial envoys from Shenjing, when had they ever received such