Zhuge Qingsong rose to his feet.
The others followed suit upon seeing this.
Even those who hesitated showed a look of relief at this moment.
Because with Zhuge Qingsong taking the lead, they no longer had to struggle.
No need to force themselves to kneel before the young man in front of them.
Just then.
Cough cough cough—
A burst of coughing from Jiang Ning interrupted everyone's thoughts.
"Marquis, are you... unwell?" Zhuge Qingsong asked hesitantly.
"No matter, just a small ailment. The curse power has seeped into my lungs, so it's inevitable to have some coughing from time to time," Jiang Ning said calmly, his expression serene.
"Marquis, this time you came for...?" a family elder behind Zhuge Qingsong took the opportunity to ask.
"Naturally, I've come because of the Zhuge family!" Jiang Ning replied.
