Samuel Quentin floated in midair.
Gazing at the man striding towards the front hall, an unspeakable sense of foreboding arose from his heart, furrowing his brows.
He raised his voice, "Don't go!"
Emperors are ruthless. The thing they dread the most is a general who holds the tiger tally, controls tens of thousands of troops, and is followed by hundreds with a call in the army.
High merits cause the monarch's worry. Like oil added to a flame, the Quentin family, which appeared prosperous and well-reputed, was actually on the verge of collapse.
Caroline Edwin replied indifferently, "It's useless."
As expected, General Quentin did not hear their conversation. He strode to the front hall, kneeling respectfully in front of Eunuch Jenkins to receive the imperial edict.
Old Mr. and Mrs. Quentin and the younger master were all kneeling on the ground, looking respectful.
