"Don't worry. The sky isn't falling."
Wang Ping glanced at Yuan Zheng. The man's panicked nature always surfaced whenever something happened. After calming Yuan Zheng down, Wang Ping turned to Liu Qin.
"I need to do something in the name of your Liu Family. Are you willing to serve me?"
Wang Ping's tone was gentle, like that of a benevolent elder.
Liu Qin didn't dare meet Wang Ping's gaze. He simply bowed his head. "I am willing to help lighten your burdens, Old Ancestor!"
"Good!"
Wang Ping's tone suddenly hardened, making Liu Qin flinch. Ignoring his reaction, Wang Ping continued, "Back then, the Xia Imperial Family was tyrannical. The southern clans supported your Liu Family's ascension to the throne—that was nearly two hundred years ago, wasn't it? But now, scoundrels plague the Imperial Court. They disregard the Emperor and treat the common people like worthless dogs. Tell me, what should be done with such men?"
