1876
A glint of cold light flashed in Shi Xiang's eyes, and the guard by his side was both anxious and angry: "Jiao Guangcheng, for so many years the lord has not treated you poorly, yet you betray him. Aren't you afraid that the brothers below will grind your bones to dust?"
The black-faced soldiers behind Jiao Guangcheng, thinking that Jiao Guangcheng still felt guilty toward Shi Xiang, couldn't help speaking on his behalf, their tone filled with indignation: "Shi Xiang, you still dare to ask why our lord does this? Why don't you ask what your son did to Lord Jiao's daughter?"
Shi Xiang's heart skipped a beat, then he recalled that Jiao Guangcheng's daughter was only about four or five years old. Although his son liked to fool around and sometimes forced himself on women, he hadn't strayed so far as to harm a child.
In an instant, Shi Xiang already understood what was going on.
