Jiang Zhizhou had a bad feeling as he leaped down from the rooftop.
Normally, he could come and go freely, and very few people could detect his intentions.
This time, however, the instant he landed, he sensed several faint breaths around him.
Had his senses not been so keen, he might never have realized that so many formidable martial artists had appeared in the Marquis's Residence.
Who were they waiting for?
From the look of things, they were clearly waiting for him.
The thought that Jiang Zhihuai might be the one pulling the strings behind all this filled Jiang Zhizhou with displeasure.
He had no favorable impression of Jiang Zhihuai, but the man was, after all, the Marquis of Anguo's son.
And Jiang Zhizhou was his close kin. Deep down, he hoped Jiang Zhihuai would step forward of his own accord and explain all those clandestine dealings.
Jiang Zhizhou knew that the current emperor, Duan Ziqian, would not act against the Marquis of An's Residence because he relied on them.
But once someone planted specious claims in the emperor's mind, Jiang Zhizhou would be the one to suffer.
Yet Jiang Zhihuai was evidently determined to succeed in this matter.
Otherwise, why would he have gone to such lengths here?
Still...
A mocking smile curled Jiang Zhizhou's lips.
These men dispatched by Jiang Zhihuai should have received orders to attack him.
What surprised him, however, was that although they surrounded him, they showed no intention of making a move.
Since they would not strike, Jiang Zhizhou had no more time to waste here.
He strode forward, paying no attention whatsoever to the men watching him from around him.
Jiang Zhizhou made two circuits through the residence, but did not linger.
He had originally intended to see his father, the Marquis of