Wei Zhe, already brimming with anger, burst out. For a scholar to become so furious was indeed rare. He ordered the Guest Minister to capture the man, and when he was caught, the man was still complacent, believing his actions to be flawless.
It turned out that although the other family was a small one, they were prepared in advance, expecting this fellow to take extreme measures. Hence, secretly made ready. When the youth was seized by the Guest Minister, he was completely bewildered.
"I'm not wrong!"
"I'm not wrong!"
"You've caught the wrong person!"
Then, when thrown directly into the council hall, his legs turned weak, his eyes dull as he stared at the ground before him. Not until he slowly lifted his head to see Yuchi, dressed in black with his hands behind his back, did he suddenly kowtow vigorously, his previous bravado instantly vanished.
"Third Uncle... I've met Third Uncle," he stammered, his forehead bruised from kowtowing.
