Early the next morning, Zhao Changhe stretched lazily as he walked out of his courtyard. He had reverted back to his ordinary appearance, and he had his broad saber on his back as he headed toward the Ji Clan’s residence.0

The steward of the Ji Clan was already waiting for him by the entrance. When he saw Zhao Changhe, he let out a breath of relief and hurried toward him to greet him, “Mister Situ, you’re finally here.”0

Zhao Changhe lazily replied, “What’s the matter?”0

“I heard that someone claiming to be our young master went to Kangle Gambling House last night and used our assets as a wager!”0

“So, did you young master really come back?”0

“No, of course not. If he did, why would he go to a gambling house before even returning home? The one who claimed to be our young master must be an impostor!”0

“In that case, why are you so anxious? I doubt that the impostor would have the deeds to your Ji Clan’s assets, so how would they even be able to put them up for wager?”0

“Well… We’re afraid that Kangle...0