Lin Haihai stopped before the door to one of the rooms and pushed it open. “Go in,” she said. “Piaoxue’s waiting for you!”

Huang Wensheng blanched, feeling the sudden urge to flee. Lin Haihai reached out to stop him and said with a smile, “What’s wrong? Didn’t you love that woman? Why would you run?”

That reminded Huang Wensheng that he had personally buried Piaoxue. She was dead. There were no ghosts in the world. Regaining his calm, he said coolly, “This official doesn’t know any Piaoxue, Consort Lin. If that’s who you want me to meet, please forgive this official for turning you down!”

He was about to leave when Bai Muyang emerged from the room. Stunned, he asked, “Shouldn’t you be in prison?”

“There are things the three of us should sit down and sort out, Huang Wensheng,” Bai Muyang said with an impassive look on his face. He grabbed Huang Wensheng’s wrist and dragged him inside. Bai Muyang was trained in the martial arts. The poison didn’t completely cut off his access to his power. Moreover, Lin Haihai had blocked his meridians to stop the poison from spreading. He was as powerful as he had been before he got afflicted by the poison, only feeling a little weaker. Meanwhile, Huang Wensheng was a scholar who couldn’t even subdue a chicken. It was...