"Boy, it's not too late to regret now!"
An Xuanming stroked his beard and stood up, posing as a victor.
Despite Qin Yu's young age, he had already surpassed the Divine Doctor in medical skills, which made An Xuanming reluctant to go through with the assassination.
As long as Qin Yu was willing to become his disciple and serve him, An Xuanming was prepared to let him off the hook.
"Uncle An, Qin Yu can be spared, but the two behind him must die!"
Qing Yi said, with a cold gleam flickering in his eyes.
Once Qin Wei'er, the true young mistress of the Qin Family, was dealt with, there would be no more worries for the future.
"No problem!"
An Xuanming nodded.
"Guards, these two have plotted against me, take them to the dungeon, I will interrogate them myself!"
Qing Yi called out, not forgetting to slap a big charge on Qin Wei'er and Ou Changfeng.
"Yes...."
Creak...
As the courtyard door was opened again, two guards walked in.
"Wait..."