"Liu Runsheng!"
As if he never expected his grandson to say such a thing, Old Liu roared, his voice thick with unconcealable anger and shock.
But the little boy abruptly yanked his hand free and bolted outside.
Trembling with rage, Old Liu was about to give chase when Shen Qing called out to him. "I'd like to ask, Mr. Liu, what is your take on tonight's events? Do you believe the servant named Ah Yong acted alone, or is there more to this than meets the eye?"
Old Liu froze, his eyes darkening slightly.
Before he could answer, Shen Qing smiled faintly again. "Beyond that, I'd also like to ask, Mr. Liu, do you truly believe this plague is heaven's punishment for Prime Minister Yu?"
With that, Shen Qing turned and headed for her room. "I know you're anxious to catch up to your grandson, Mr. Liu," she said as she walked, "so I won't take up any more of your time. You can give those two questions some thought. We can talk again when we have the chance."
