Huang Qian was somewhat surprised. In the prefectural city, the authorities were powerful; few martial world figures dared make a major disturbance within the city. At most, some brazen brutes might brawl and kill, but such trivial matters could not possibly bring out so many constables to patrol the city at night and arrest people.
Huang Xunjiu had heard the steward as well. He waved a hand. "Go investigate further."
Any villain capable of causing such a huge commotion must have done something serious.
The steward nodded frantically and went to investigate further.
By then, some of the guests within the manor had also heard the commotion outside. One after another, they whispered among themselves and sent the servants they had brought to investigate outside.
After a while, the steward hurried back in, his expression exceedingly strange.
Huang Xunjiu frowned, somewhat displeased. There were still guests in the hall—what kind of appearance was this, rushing about in such a fluster? He had not a shred of composure. Still, Huang Xunjiu knew the steward fairly well and understood that such urgency meant something major must have happened, so he suppressed his anger and did not rebuke him.
"Master, Master—" The steward panted twice before approaching Huang Xunjiu. Bowing, he said in a low voice, "This servant has learned the news. I heard those villains assassinated Huang Tian, the Martial Guard's Baoqing Ward probationary Hundred-Household Officer! That is, Fourth Young Master!"
Crack!!
The cup in his hand was crushed at once, shards scattering everywhere. The drunkenness on Huang Qian's face vanished completely. His gaze tightened as he looked at the steward. "You didn't get it wrong?"
Turning to him, the steward said, "First Young Master, it is indeed true. When this servant first heard of it, I was also greatly startled and