The young woman sitting on the wheelchair, wrapped in a red cloak, looked precious and delicate like a rare orchid under the glow of the firelight. Her skin was as white as snow.
Wenren Zong's originally cold expression softened slightly when he saw her.
Lin Zizi turned her head and noticed her, hurriedly speaking, "Ningning, why are you here? Go back quickly! Your mother is alright."
"Mother, you can't go with them." Jiang Ning came to her side, grasped her hand, and looked at Wenren Zong. "Master Wenren, I'd like to ask what crime the Jiang Family has committed that you need to surround our front door with the Imperial Guard and arrest my mother? Whose orders are you following to arrest someone here?"
Wenren Zong said, "I'm acting under orders to arrest someone."
"Under orders? His Majesty's orders? May I ask, where is the Imperial Edict?"
"It's a verbal edict from His Majesty."