Huang Zu was unquestionably a warlord in Jiangxia. Even though he had already stepped down from office, he could not shake off a warlord's temper.
The moment he heard that Wen Ping had actually dared to lay hands on his son, fury naturally surged to the heavens within him.
After all, what was Wen Ping? No more than a general under Liu Biao!
His son, meanwhile, was the Administrator of Jiangxia—the representative the Huang Clan had now put forward.
If his son had committed some grave offense, that would have been one thing. But he had merely sought to reinforce Anlu. What great crime was that?
Even if the matter were brought before Liu Biao, a son saving his father was only natural and right!
Yet Wen Ping had treated a chicken feather like an imperial arrow, indiscriminately placing his son under house arrest.
Liu Biao was one thing, but how did a man like you, Wen Ping, with no foundation whatsoever, dare do this!
The bond between father and son was not so easily severed. Though Huang She's earlier betrayal had turned father and son against each other,
once Huang She was in danger, Huang Zu cast everything that had happened before to the back of his mind.
"Was what Shiyuan said just now true? Has Wen Ping truly punished She'er?"
Amid his anger, Huang Zu once more asked Pang Tong to confirm the truth of the matter.
When Pang Tong saw him ask, he knew the matter was settled. He immediately smiled and said:
"This came from a spy within Liu Zhengdong's army. If Lord Huang does not believe it, you may investigate it yourself!"
Once he said this, Huang Zu believed more than half of it. Pang Tong had absolutely no reason to deceive him.
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