First, they lured the guards away with a startled horse, then used Liu Jin as bait to hook him in. The actual target was Wufu; the plan was indeed meticulous and comprehensive.
Glancing once more at the man with the fierce expression, the blue veins on Ah Jiu's forehead stood out. He didn't know why he was so angry. That kind of fury, forcefully suppressed, made him desperate to find something to vent on, to release it all.
"You said your young lady fell down after a handful of lime was thrown at her?" Ah Jiu took a couple of deep breaths, struggling to contain his anger, as he questioned Liu Jin.
"To answer Ninth Master, that's exactly what happened." Liu Jin, who had finished applying medicines, replied respectfully.
He was quite shocked when he heard Yuan Ye address Ah Jiu just now. So Ninth Master was a prince, with such a noble status; no wonder the people around him were extraordinary.
Now, there was hope for the young lady.
