Zong Yunqian immediately headed straight for Zheng Haoyuan, coming to a stop in front of him.
"Fourth Prince, among the prisoners is a lady, and according to the laws of Nanzheng State, women are exempt from being fed to beasts. I ask that your men stand down..."
Zheng Haoyuan waved his hand dismissively.
"The show's just getting good, why stop!" Zheng Haoyuan, finding Zong Yunqian to be blocking his view, craned his neck to see the situation at the wooden enclosure, his head nearly brushing against Zheng Nianru's shoulder.
Zong Yunqian watched with icy detachment, feeling that it was impossible to reason with these two, for they were completely irrational.
As Zong Yunqian turned around, he suddenly spotted a copper gong suspended in the viewing stand, which gave him an inkling of its purpose. It seemed he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands. He pivoted towards the gong, grabbed a mallet resting nearby, and with a swing, a resonant noise rang out immediately.