Chapter 638

Some are happy while others grieve. Zhao Yan belonged to the category of people who simply watched the spectacle. When all was said and done, Vice Minister Sun had no ground to stand on in this matter. Through this incident, many officials gradually realized that the Emperor was not entirely oblivious to these goings-on; perhaps before, He had simply cuffed His hands and didn't care to meddle, or perhaps there were other reasons, but as things stood now, once the Emperor decided to intervene, even the most mundane matters would twist into something else entirely. The moment Young Master Sun returned home after receiving his beating, he began to howl and bawl for his parents, a half-grown man throwing a tantrum and rolling around on the ground like a five- or six-year-old child. Because he accidentally brushed against his wounds, his facial expression twisted into a grotesque grimace. The servants didn't dare approach, terrified of being inadvertently injured by Young Master Sun. People of their station had lives of little value; even if they were unjustly caught in the crossfire, no one would care about their feelings. They could only sneak glances at his injuries in unattended corners.