"Lord Yan, we meet again." Chen Mo raised his hand to signal everyone to withdraw and said with a smile, "I thought you were unwell, otherwise why let your wife step forward? But it seems you’re quite vigorous?"
"Thank you, Mr. Chen, for your concern."
Though Yan Peizhi was in plain clothes, his aura from years of high position was still formidable. He said in a low voice, "This rebel son has just suffered family punishment and can hardly move. I intended to send him to the Sky Scale Guard for investigation once he recovered. I didn’t expect Mr. Chen to arrive so soon."
Chen Mo spread his hands and said helplessly, "After all, Her Majesty the Empress is keeping a close watch, requiring the case to be solved within a month. I dare not delay... Lord Yan, there’s no need to worry. The Sky Scale Guard has physicians as well; he can receive treatment there."
Yan Peizhi’s graying eyebrows furrowed.
He used family punishment and withheld medical treatment to delay as much time as possible.
However, it seemed now that Chen Mo was impervious to persuasion, and so he abandoned this last glimmer of hope...
"Mr. Chen is right," Yan Peizhi nodded. "Since it is Her Highness’s order, the Yan Family will fully cooperate. Linghu, go with Mr. Chen."
"Father!"
Yan Linghu’s forehead was covered in cold sweat.
The fate of Yan Liang was still fresh in his mind. He and Chen Mo were already at odds; how could he fare well in Chen Mo’s hands?
"Father, you can’t just leave me!" Yan Linghu’s legs trembled, nearly collapsing to the ground.
Yan Peizhi adjusted his collar and said, "When you get to the Sky Scale Guard, cooperate fully in the investigation. Do you remember what I told you?"
Yan Linghu’s voice trembled, "I remember... if it can be spoken, it must be provable; if not, guard your lips carefully."
Yan Peizhi nodded solemnly, "Speak clearly when you must, but do not ramble... Unjust implicatings may backfire — do not bring disaster upon yourself!"
"But..."
Yan Linghu wanted to say more, but Qiu Longgang had already stepped forward to take him away.
Chen Mo clasped his hands and said, "Lord Yan, I’ll be taking him now. I’ll pay a visit another day."
Yan Peizhi, with no expression, returned the gesture, "Mr. Chen, take care."
Chen Mo slightly raised an eyebrow.
To hold thunder in one’s chest while maintaining a tranquil facade... No matter what, this Assistant Minister’s composure is indeed extraordinary.
"Let’s go."
Chen Mo turned and left.
The assistant officers led Yan Linghu out in single file through the main gate.
Outside, the sound of horse hooves gradually faded, and the atmosphere quieted down.
Looking at the shattered wood debris, Yan Peizhi’s eyelids twitched, his face as dark as water.
"Yan, how can you just watch as others put a knife to my neck, and our son is taken away?"
Qin Shu’s eyes were red with hatred as she glared at Yan Peizhi, "You know what that Imperial Prison is like; it’s nothing less than a death sentence! This all started because of you. If anything happens to Hu’er, I won’t forgive you!"


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