Xi He bowed slightly as he opened the door for Lin Ke.
There was no grand scene outside. In the stillness of the night, two people knelt while one stood.
The man standing at the front was presumably Lord Wu, Wu Chujian. Of the two kneeling behind him, one was Lu Renjia, and the other was presumably Steward Yu.
Both knelt obediently, looking as though they had come to confess their wrongdoing.
Wu Chujian stood before them, bowing deeply with his hands clasped. The moment he heard the door open, he said, "This humble official, Wu Chujian, begs Chief Steward Chen to punish these two and appease his anger."
Wu Chujian knew very well.
Practically everyone who had attended the court assembly that day had been investigated inside and out.
Li Chungang, Shopkeeper Tong, Chen An, and the others-without exception, their dossiers had landed on many desks the day after the assembly.
Lin Ke had brothers, but none of them bore the surname Chen.
There had, however, been someone surnamed Chen at that court assembly.
Chen An, the son of Chen Pingping.
This Chen Pingping was suspected of being the foremost Storyteller under heaven aside from Yu Chu. Years ago, he had fled the Yuzi Noble House with his son, and his wife was deceased.
Chen An had presumably inherited his father's teachings and belonged to the Novelists' School.
In the days before the assembly, every Storyteller of any renown under heaven had visited the Capital City, presumably to meet their master, Chen Pingping.
Afterward, they had scattered in all directions. Now they were spreading Lin Ke's name, his deeds, his novels, and more throughout the realm.
Leaving everything else aside, Chen An himself was no ordinary figure.
Not to mention that, in the report Lu Renjia had just delivered