"Let's go, it's time to meet this Lord."
The secretary swiftly followed behind, shaking open a fur cloak and draping it over Zhao Douan.
The long cloak dragged on the ground, leaving clear traces on the white snow.
Zhao Douan stepped over the threshold and walked straight inside, clearing all obstacles in his path. Upon entering the courtyard, he finally saw the two confronting parties.
Hou Renmeng and the Jinyi held steel knives, forming a large semicircle, resembling a pack of wolves encircling their prey.
Enclosed within were a few elite guards and the steward, whose teeth were knocked out by a blow from some Jinyi, holding his swollen face and wailing on the ground.
And, Duke An Cao Mao, his face resembling a volcano about to erupt.
Cao kedid stood just a step behind him, without any trace of fear.
