"Zheng Wang!"
"Can this matter be handled or not?!"
"You've already accepted the gifts—you can't take them and do nothing!"
Hu Huan had grown anxious to the extreme and simply moved straight into Zheng Wang's home.
This really wasn't his fault!
He had originally thought that after all these years, the Demon Officials' standing in the capital had risen considerably. Rumor had it they could now stand shoulder to shoulder with the great aristocratic clans. Once he arrived with his wife, he was certain they would be able to enjoy themselves properly.
Yet only a few days after arriving, Qin Yanying's iron fist had smashed those hopes to pieces.
He was furious. He was wronged. So he sought out the Demon Official faction to seek justice for himself.
Then Zheng Wang had sworn to him that Qin Yanying would lose a layer of skin even if she did not die this time, and that no one could save her.
Yet in the blink of an eye, some cripple with no cultivation had stepped on his face and snatched her away.
Now Zheng Wang was assuring him again that even though Qin Yanying had been taken away, she would have no good outcome under the joint trial of the Three Judicial Offices.
Still reporting only good news and hiding the bad.
But the problem was...
These damned Demon Officials no longer had even a trace of wildness or beastliness. They dawdled and hemmed and hawed just like those humans.
Could he still trust them?
Zheng Wang was being driven beyond annoyance. He could only pinch his own thigh and patiently explain, "Brother Hu Huan, you can truly rest assured. If this case had happened after the Ten Thousand Races Imperial Examination, I really wouldn't have had the nerve to guarantee anything