It was not until Meng Mingshu entered the City Governor's hall that he decided what expression he should wear: a helpless victim's, or that of the proud heir to the Meng Family? It was all Lu Qiying's fault. He had listed a whole string of reasons why Meng Mingshu had no choice but to rely on the Central Plains, yet had not told Second Young Master Meng how to perform this act well.
Meng Mingshu basically knew everyone in the room. When the Meng Family had flourished, this had been his family's circle—the finest group in Jade City. Now, they were merely a crowd of curious spectators, brimming with complicated emotions and ready to throw their support behind whoever ultimately claimed the vast fortune.
His gaze flickered, and Meng Mingshu spotted the Dragon King. He shuddered involuntarily, the corners of his mouth twitching faintly. He had no choice but to play the victim: weak and easy to bully, with a touch of grief and indignation added. He clasped his hands and bowed to everyone, then deliberately bent at the waist when he reached Pang Jing.
"Gentlemen." Meng Mingshu uttered the first two words and found that his voice was as steady as ever. Quite pleased, he felt more than half of the panic in his heart fade as well. "I borrowed the Western Regions Protectorate Official's authority to invite everyone here for one reason—to seek justice for the Meng Family."
Everyone put on an attentive expression, but out of the corners of their eyes they swept toward the Dragon King as much as possible, wanting to see how the man who had seized the Meng Family's wealth would react. Only Pang Jing stared at the Dragon King openly and without restraint, a smile at the corners of his mouth. Beside