The night deepened as Ye Huang stood at the study window, hands behind his back, his brooding gaze sweeping the night scene outside.
Hidden Guards Ah Long and Ah Hu stood in a corner of the room, silently lowering their breaths. Although it was already spring, they felt very, very cold.
Soon, several people entered, led by a woman in a tight black leather outfit. Her complexion was fair, her skin white as snow, her lips a fiery red.
As soon as she entered, she knelt on one knee, "Young Master Ye, please assign punishment!"
Ye Huang slowly turned around, his brooding gaze not softening at the sight of someone asking for punishment; instead, it surged with towering anger, "Why was no one following Linglong?"
"It was Fu Xue's fault," Fu Xue said with her head lowered. Her kneeling posture, though respectful, exuded a heroic spirit.