Duke Huan's eyes revealed a hint of panic.
He said, "Such a matter actually disturbed the Holy Emperor; it's truly shameful."
"I have failed in disciplining my son, and I'm afraid the Emperor will laugh at me. I have just called the soldiers to capture him according to the original case."
"Emperor, you may move to the floral hall, have some tea, and rest for a moment while waiting for the investigation results."
Long Xiyuan waved his hand, quite relaxed and at ease: "No need for that."
"Since I'm already here, just let people handle the investigation here; I'm rather curious about this matter."
"Because I remember that an official once mentioned that the noble son who kicked an eighty-year-old man to death in the street seems to be your eldest son."
"Your eldest son Song Bufan, I've seen him a few times, but how come he looks nothing like this Song Yingchuan standing before us?"
Duke Huan's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.
