"Where did this cultivator with a single spirit root come from?" Zheng Seventeen could hardly be blamed for asking. Most cultivators with single spirit roots were young talents of the major sects and fell outside the scope of their hunts. Now that he had heard there was one among these captives, he thought it best to get the facts straight.
At his question, Chen Ping could not help looking rather smug. "The Yu Household's little great-grandchild, Yu Xiaoyu."
Zheng Seventeen exclaimed in shock, "Have you gone mad?!"
No wonder Yu Jin had come looking in person. The one they had kidnapped was actually the Yu Household's little great-grandchild.
No one understood the Yu Household's ruthlessness better than the people of the Zheng Household. Back then, the Yu Household Head had been prepared to fight until the fish died and the net tore to avenge his daughter. Yet this bastard still dared kidnap the Yu Household's great-grandchild. Was he afraid the two households would not come to blows?
"Relax. I did this without gods or ghosts knowing a thing. We might even help the second madam and the eldest master vent their resentment."
Zheng Seventeen curled his lip. What second madam? People in the inner courtyard only called her that to flatter her. Everyone knew that since the Yu Household's daughter died, there had been no madam in this residence. Then something else seemed to occur to him. "The household head doesn't know about this, does he?"
Chen Ping looked at him as though he were an idiot. "How could he know? If the household head knew, he'd definitely send the captive back."
Then he narrowed his eyes at Zheng Seventeen. "You aren't going to tell the household head about this, are you?"
Zheng Seventeen said nothing.
"This may sound disrespectful,