"You..."
Deng Xiaoyan's father did not spare the two before him another glance. He said:
"Dear, let's go. His Lordship is still waiting for us!"
"All right."
Deng Father supported Deng Mother as they went around the pair and headed onward.
Kong Yangling's father watched them leave, his expression unreadable, then said to his wife:
"The hearing will probably begin soon. Let's go and take a look too."
"All right, dear."
Meanwhile, Kong Yangling and his men had remained utterly bewildered ever since they were locked up.
How had things come to this?
One of his men drew closer and said:
"Young Master, Zeng Munan tricked us."
At these words, everyone carefully thought back over what had happened. The more they thought, the more they smelled a rat.
One of his men said:
"That's right. Back then, Zeng Munan told us Deng Xiaoyan was meek and easy to handle, and that nothing would go wrong."
"I saw Zeng Munan going into a teahouse with his former fiancée the other day. I thought it was strange at the time.
"Now that I think about it, could those two still be clinging to each other, like a severed lotus root with its threads still joined? Were they afraid Deng Xiaoyan would get in their way, so they wanted to use us to get rid of her?"
"That must be it. He wanted to lay hands on Deng Xiaoyan but didn't dare do it himself, so he used us."
"That damned Zeng Munan! He even dared to scheme against us!"
The more they thought about it, the more convinced they became. At that moment, Kong Yangling wanted nothing more than to kill Zeng Munan:
"He's asking for death! How dare he scheme against me and saddle me with a death!
"Even