"Fu Lu, you've become possessed! Your thinking is far too right—and far too fantastical!" Hearing this, Miss Zi Ming's face turned cold. She put away her earlier softness and rebuked him, "Who gave you such nerve to speak so many outrageously disrespectful words? If not for the fact that you have always served Ziye and have been a loyal servant, I would throw you into prison today and take your life!"
"Hmph, at my age, what prison could I possibly fear? Even if Miss wishes to take this old servant's life now, this old servant would not so much as furrow a brow!" Fu Lu truly threw caution to the winds as he shouted, "This old servant will risk his life to speak a few fair words for Young Master Ziye, to speak of the things many people in Houtu Village dare to resent but dare not voice, so that others may know that Houtu Village has clear-eyed people as well!!!"
"Shut up! Do you think I truly do not dare to touch you?" Miss Zi Ming flew into a rage.
"You dared to harm Young Master Ziye, so naturally you would dare to kill this old servant!" Fu Lu had gone all out as he cried.
"You all... Quickly seal this old man's mouth and drag him out!" Miss Zi Ming pointed at several guards beside her. "Ziye's mourning period has only just passed, yet he is here spouting nonsense. The other witch villages' Ji Man and elders are still lingering here—if they hear him, would that not greatly damage Houtu Village's dignity?"
"Yes~" Several attendants hurried forward and restrained Fu Lu. He struggled until his face turned crimson, but unfortunately, he could no longer utter a single word.
"Miss~" Two attendants immediately bowed and pleaded, "Fu Lu is