Xiahou Yi, upon seeing this, didn't respond to him but simply stared with an icy gaze and coldly threw out another question, "Then tell me, where exactly did you learn all this from?"
"..."
It was like a thunderbolt out of the blue.
Xiahou Jingmu immediately became so silent that he couldn't utter a single sound.
Xiahou Yi continued, "Was it your father Xiahou Maoqing?"
Xiahou Jingmu: "!!!!"
Completely drained of color.
Seeing this, Xiahou Yi let out a heavy sigh, no longer wanting to utter a word.
This great-nephew of his was actually good in many ways, but he was too easily swayed and, moreover, he lacked vigilance towards the people around him.
And Xiahou Yi had known this since the moment he had picked him out.
"Old Zhong, go and bring his father here. Tonight, I will make him see clearly the kind of deception he has fallen for," Xiahou Yi ordered.
The old butler showed a look of joy at this time and immediately agreed before going out.
