In the Zhao Mansion underground at Sha Village, a stronghold of the Yan Court Secret Agent was constructed, protecting Zhao Feng's mother.
"My Lord."
"The people are inside."
Ying Bu respectfully led the way, pointing to a stone chamber.
"Hmm."
Zhao Feng walked over and looked into the stone chamber.
There were dozens of men and women, all descendants of Wang Wan and their wives and concubines.
Wang Wan was old; as a grand Chancellor, his family naturally prospered.
Although the beheading three months ago annihilated ninety percent of his family.
Now, only these remained.
"Were there any who escaped?"
Zhao Feng glanced around, then withdrew his gaze.
"Reporting to My Lord."
"All four sons, seven grandsons, five granddaughters of Wang Wan, and their wives and concubines are here."
"Not a single one escaped."
"They were clever, hiding in Qi State and Chu State, thinking they were safe." Ying Bu sneered.
