She understood that many servants that had dedicated themselves to Rong Jian might not accept her as their Wangfei, someone with unknown origins and background, even being associated with a nationwide brothe house.
"Ahem. Rise. We can deal with that later. Can't you worry about locking up the assassin first?" she coughed and shook the tied up assassin in her hands.
"Of course, Wangfei." A burly man that towered above Shen Tianyu answered her and got up from his kneeling position, to which the others followed suit and got up. The man was apparently the captain of the guards, with a golden four-clawed clasp holding his cape to his armor at his shoulder. His muscles were bulging out of the silver armor itself and his rugged face belied his battle experience. The few steps he took forward to take the assassin in his hands made the ground tremble.
