The Miao King looked at him with an imposing aura despite not being angry, his aged eyes perceptive as flames: "Ao Rong, do you realize your crime?"
Manager Cen hadn't heard this name in years.
He was momentarily dazed, and long-lost memories surged forth, overwhelming his mind and pressing heavily on his spine.
"Ao Rong..."
He murmured to himself, struggling out of one heartbreaking memory after another.
He had thought that after so many years, he would have forgotten, but the past was still etched into his soul.
"So, you... knew all along."
Miaojiang people had come and gone in the Governor Mansion, yet none had recognized him. He had thought that there would never be a day when he would revert to being Ao Rong again.
The Miao King spoke coldly: "You are Ayuan's trusted aide; how can I let you stay by his side without thoroughly investigating you?"
The Miao King's methods—he should've always been aware of them and never harbored any faint hope.