Since Namara's departure that night, the Sun clan had become bustling with wandering palace soldiers. This proved that Castor was very wary.
The news that Nefrita was a maid who had become a fugitive from the clan palace had already spread widely. Everyone became careful and alert. Of course, the news was spread by Castor to deceive his own people.
Now the man was sitting on his oversized chair. He looked at the palace officials who were still discussing something. "How? Don't you guys still want to find the maid?"
The elders glanced at each other. Someone asked, "My Lord, but how do we know if it's her?"
Castor snorted coldly. "It seems that you guys don't trust your own clan heads!"
The elder named Mattis replied, "My Lord, it's not like that. We still need to know why that maid poisoned Young Master Vires and Madame Lavena."
