"You can only blame yourselves for your wickedness and greed," Lu Qing glanced at him, scoffing coldly, "This is what it means when they say 'self-inflicted wounds cannot be lived with.'"
"What could I have done..." The old steward struggled, making his arms painfully sore but still unable to free himself, and eventually resigned to his fate, giving up resistance, "Before the Fortress Lord left, he instructed us that other matters could be ignored, but if there were big merchants from the Capital, people who could do business with nobles, we must, at all costs, serve them well and keep them here.
If it weren't for this warning, how would I have ever been fooled by you people from the government!"
Lu Yan was just about to speak when Lu Qing made a gesture behind him, forcing him to swallow his words.
Lu Qing scrutinized the old steward for a moment, then burst into laughter as if he'd just heard some ridiculous joke.
