"Old man, I'm leaving."
Lu Yuan slipped both hands into a hand warmer, paid his respects to Chief of Staff Xing as a junior would, then turned and strode out of the torture chamber.
It wasn't until they stepped outside the gates of the Ministry of Justice that the Miao King, with a sly grin, asked, "Brat, did that Xun Liu truly give you a bowl of ginger soup? If he did, it seems giving him the Life Gu might not feel so painful after all."
Lu Yuan: "You guess."
Miao King: "..."
This brat, you're deliberately making it hard on your grandfather, aren't you?
Xian'er, look at this—this brat owes me, yet I've restrained myself from giving him a beating!
Wuwuwu, I do love our grandson after all!
Inside the chamber, Xun Qi silently wiped away the tear stains on his face, composing himself back into his usual poised and elegant demeanor. There was no trace of the earlier emotional breakdown and sobbing.