As Zu An watched the anger points from Murong Luo and his sister, as well as Chu Youzhao, pouring into the backend, his expression remained completely unchanged. He had no good feelings towards either of them.

At this moment, Chu Chuyan finally spoke up: "This sir must have come here on important business. May I ask what it is? Can we all help to resolve this?"

At this moment, Mi Li, who was sitting on the battlements of the city wall, chuckled and said, "Your wife is the smartest; she saw the crux of the problem right away."

Zuan thought to himself, "Of course my woman is smart."

He then coughed and looked at Chu Chuyan: "Is this the eldest daughter of the Chu family?"

Now it was Chu Chuyan's turn to be surprised: "That's right, why do you know me?"

"You are the wife of Lord Zu, the Junior Tutor to the Crown Prince. How could I not recognize you?" Zu An praised himself without batting an eye. "Lord Zu is a man of great righteousness, always ready to help others, and handsome..."

Mi Li, who was waiting to watch the show, was immediately dumbfounded. She had seriously underestimated this guy's shamelessness.

Even Chu Chuyan blushed, never expecting her husband to be so beloved in the palace.

Zu An coughed lightly, finally stopping his boasting: "I once owed Lord Zu a favor, and today I'll show leniency for the sake of Lady Zu. However, while I may be spared the death penalty, I will not escape punishment. For neglecting my duties and speaking disrespectfully while on duty, I shall receive twenty strokes of the cane!"

"Yes!" The embroidered-robed messenger stepped forward and pinned Murong Luo to the ground.

Although Murong Luo had good cultivation, he was no match for these well-coordinated embroidered envoys. He lost his balance and was pinned to the ground.

"You can't hit me, my father... Ah!" Before he could finish speaking, he let out a scream as the embroidered-robed messengers began to beat him hard on the buttocks.

Although Murong Qinghe and the others on the side looked reluctant, it wouldn't be too bad if the matter could end like this. After all, this matter could be big or small, and Murong Luo was, after all, a sixth-rank expert, so he should be able to withstand a beating.

Unfortunately, they had no idea of ​​the Embroidered Robe Envoy's methods. Those people knew what the official was thinking and used clever tricks. Although they were only given twenty lashes on the surface, they would need to rest for at least half a month afterward.

Hearing Murong Luo's repeated screams, Zu An calmly found a stool to sit down, then called over Murong Luo's deputy and asked him about Ou Wu.

The man replied, "It seems that a carriage belonging to the Ou family did indeed leave the city a few days ago."

Zu An frowned: "Why are his family members allowed to go out at will?"

“We didn’t know that the carriage contained Ou Wu’s family members, and since they were carrying the Prince’s token, we didn’t question them,” several soldiers nearby replied.

"Since you didn't check, how did you know they were the Ou family's carriages?" Zu An stared sharply at the crowd.