Lu Manor.
Lu Sheng sat before the painting of green pines and black crows like a boss, a cup of tea in his hand. The aromatic fragrance of tea wafted across the entire guest hall, leaving it in a mood of serenity and solemnity.
"Kneel!"
Shang Qinglong kicked the back of Yang Yundu’s knee, causing him to fall before Lu Sheng.
Yang Yundu kept silent. Struggling, he tried to get up but was kicked into the kneeling position again. Only then did he stop resisting resignedly.
Lu Sheng stared at this dandy-looking young scholar, his mind elsewhere.
"Have you thought it through?"
Yang Yundu laughed pathetically.
"Who would have expected that I would get exposed all because of this matter after my efforts to stay under the radar so many years?" He lifted up his gaze and looked at Lu Sheng.
"What would you do if I were to deny it?"
Lu Sheng cast a glance at him.