"What is going on?" Imperial Censor Qi asked loudly, bewildered and anxious.
A door being pounded in the middle of the night is terrifying for anyone.
The knocking suddenly ceased.
After a brief silence, the butler's anxious voice could be heard.
He retreated while scolding in panic: "Miss Qin, how dare you intrude into someone else's mansion! My lord is already asleep. If you have anything, come back tomorrow!"
"No, this is urgent and must be reported to the lord immediately!"
Hearing the unfamiliar female voice coming from outside the courtyard, Imperial Censor Qi and his servant exchanged glances. "Who?"
The servant shook his head; he didn't know either.
During this brief moment, footsteps had already reached outside the door.
The butler and two guards holding wooden sticks blocked the door to Lord Qi's room.
And in front of them stood Qin Yao, holding a martial artist tied up with ropes.
