With so many nobles present, how could they be silenced by just one sentence from Yang Ming?
Immediately, someone in the crowd shouted, "Whose child is this? So ill-mannered! Speaking to elders while sitting with legs crossed."
Yang Ming leaned back, sitting even more comfortably.
A few more doubts were murmured around.
But soon, an elder from the Saka family asked in a deep voice, "Little Hui, do you know who the murderer is?"
"Yes," Yang Ming replied calmly, "but I cannot tell you right now. A local officer must be present."
"Why must an officer be present? Just tell us, we'll handle the rest."
"No one dares to retaliate against you."
"We all understand your identity," an elder said, "although Godoy's nephew lacks ambition, our respect for the main family's bloodline has never changed."
Viscount Godoy Saka's loose-skinned square face flushed slightly.
He almost retorted.
Yang Ming said seriously,
