The Old King, upon learning of the upheaval in the Royal Palace, showed little expression. He had experienced all kinds of storms and waves in his lifetime, and had long since formed the habit of not showing his emotions openly.
The Old King sat down, casually tossed the empty wine glass in his hand onto the table, and pulled over a napkin to carefully wipe the wine stains from his hands.
"Iron Hand, if I leave this matter to you, how long will you need?"
The Old King spoke as if no one else was around. The banquet hall was deathly silent; the officials and big merchants present all perked up their ears, yet they all kept their sides or backs turned, no one daring to look directly at the Old King.
"Three days."
The task deadline was only three days, so Su Xiao's response was straightforward. If he couldn't find the murderer within three days, his identity as Iron Hand would be stripped away.
"Alright, I'll give you three days."
