"Thank you for your mercy, my lord. I will send two people to the Divine Capital Yamen to turn themselves in at once. Should I go back on my word, may I suffer three cuts and six holes, and die a violent death in the streets."
"Leave," Li Qingxian said.
"Yes, sir!" The group lowered their heads, their hands hanging at their sides, and slowly backed away. Only after leaving the corridor did they dare turn around and hurry off.
He Shouwang looked at Li Qingxian and hurriedly said, "Thank you, my lord, for helping me avert this great calamity."
Li Qingxian merely smiled. "My name is Li Qingxian. I'm with the Patrol Bureau. If you have any Fate Arts-related items in the future, you can come directly to me. If I'm not at the yamen, find Old Han's people."
Han Anbo said, "At the Big-Belly Teahouse on Fallen Blossom Street, just give them my name and someone will certainly receive you."
Li Qingxian turned and left.
After everyone had gone, He Shouwang stared blankly at the doorway and let out a long sigh.
The old woman whispered, "Why not sell it to this official?"
"Who knows whether he and those people are in cahoots? His name sounds familiar, and I seem to have heard Han Anbo's name too..." The old man sat in his reclining chair, pondering carefully.
After leaving the He residence, Han Anbo glanced back at the two words "Presented Scholar" on the plaque and said, "I'll investigate this family later."
"And the Far-Reaching Martial Academy," Li Qingxian said.
"Alright."
Li San smiled. "If Officer Li trusts me, let me ask around. I happen to have friends at the Far-Reaching Martial Academy."
Li Qingxian looked at Han Anbo.
Han Anbo gave a faint nod.
"Fine, then this