The government officers sneered coldly.

They took out the arrest warrant.

"This is an arrest warrant personally issued by the Magistrate. Is it fake? Can you be fooled?"

"Whether he is a murderer and arsonist needs to be determined after he returns with us to the government office for questioning and investigation."

"It’s not something you can evade with just a few words!"

Guoguo frowned: "Absurd, I don’t know anyone in Great Qin. Where do these accusations of enmity and murder come from?"

The leading officer said coldly: "Save those words for the Magistrate, bring him along!"

Feng Fuce stepped forward, and suddenly a chilling wind howled.

His gaze was cold and deep: "Who dares?"

Feng Fuce’s imposing demeanor made the surrounding officers instinctively grip their sword hilts, becoming extremely alert.

At this moment, Duke Huan’s voice came from the entrance—

"Chuan’er, you should confess, it was I who went to the government office to accuse you."

Everyone looked towards the courtyard entrance.

Duke Huan arrived with a group of servants.

His face seemed to be full of pained expression.

"I have long said, you cannot be so stubborn. As your father, I cannot watch you go astray."

"Officers, please take him away."

Bai Xingye clenched his fists, his tone icy: "I’ve long known you’re no good."

"Song Yingchuan was the illegitimate child you drove out of the house, and I thought you called him back out of sudden conscience with death at your door."

"Yet I didn’t think it was all to make him take the blame."

Duke Huan turned his head stubbornly: "I don’t understand what you are saying."

"I only know I have not wronged him. Such treatment and expenses for a young master, I haven’t withheld."

"If you don’t believe it, you can inquire anywhere! I’m forced to do this today."

"He has killed, should I harbor him to be considered a good father?"

Bai Zhi’er snorted at this, stepping forward.

"I thought you had some brilliant scheme, but it turns out it’s just forced slander."

She was about to use a spell to throw out these officers and then deal with Duke Huan.

But then Duke Huan’s housekeeper hurried over.

"The Emperor... the Emperor..." He stuttered nervously.

Duke Huan frowned: "Speak properly! What about the Emperor?"

"The Emperor is here!" The housekeeper finally caught his breath.

Duke Huan was shocked and turned pale.

Bai Zhi’er blinked, a bit surprised.

Long Xiyuan is here again?

It seems his reign is indeed leisurely.

Duke Huan and the officers had already turned pale.

"Quick, follow me to the front courtyard to greet him."

"No need to greet me, your steps are too slow, I came myself." A cold and mocking voice came from outside the courtyard.

Long Xiyuan came in with a group of Imperial Guards, exuding a commanding presence.

He wore casual clothes, white with red embroidery.

On his shoulder, embroidered with fine golden-red threads, was a dragon soaring through clouds and mist.

Duke Huan’s face changed, and he, along with all the surrounding officers, knelt instantly.

However, Bai Zhi’er, Feng Fuce, Bai Xingye, and Guoguo remained motionless.

Long Xiyuan caught sight of this out of the corner of his eye, finding it somewhat amusing.

The people around this little girl share such unanimity, not putting the Emperor in their eyes.

Fortunately, he wouldn’t hold a grudge for this.

Duke Huan, flustered: "I didn’t know it was the Emperor who graciously visited, is there something of importance?"

Long Xiyuan withdrew his gaze.

He slightly curled the corners of his mouth, smiling with teasing amusement.

"No big issue, I heard you were upholding justice against your kin, and came to see."