Lu Ying had been busy all day and night, swiftly dealing with the officials of Lu Zhengliu's faction.
It wasn't until dawn began to break that he put down the vermillion pen and reached up to rub his temples.
Xue Ling swept in with wide sleeves, clicking his tongue in mock amusement: "I just dropped by the Xue Mansion—guess what? The old man gave me a scolding fit and demanded to know if I was involved in the rebellion. Tch, in his eyes, you're already a traitor!"
Recalling the entire Xue family gathered in the Hanging Flower Hall to watch his father berating him, Xue Ling raised an ironic brow.
His father was nothing if not a fool for loyalty.
Even to useless good-for-nothings like Lu Yu and Lu Zhengliu, he pledged allegiance. What an absurd devotion.
