Chu Ping clasped his fists and said, "Marquis, the man has been brought."
Feng Fuce said nothing, simply sipped his tea, casting a sharp, ice-cold gaze at Lu Da.
Upon hearing the word Marquis, Lu Da turned as pale as a ghost.
"Marquis, this commoner hasn't done anything wrong!"
Chu Ping chuckled, "If you haven't done anything wrong, why did you run when you saw us? Jumping through the window faster than a rabbit."
"If you have a clear conscience, you wouldn't be afraid of casting a shadow. Running as soon as you see us, isn't that a guilty conscience?"
"The Marquis is here, so confess honestly, or you can kiss that little life of yours goodbye."
Lu Da immediately cried out to the heavens, pleading for mercy.
His voice was so loud that Bai Zhi'er felt her head buzzing.
Feng Fuce coldly said, "You were brought here to be interrogated. If you are innocent, just speak honestly."
