Seeing his educated expression, Cheng Ziang sighed in relief and then looked at him, saying, "I'm investigating this matter anyway. Since you have the portrait, why don't we take it to the West Market and ask around? Ask the merchants, ask the beggars, see if they recognize your senior brother and what they think of him. How about it?"
"Manor Lord will go with us too?" Xing Hu asked with some surprise.
"Why ask that?"
"No, I mean," Xing Hu waved his hand and said, "You are outsiders and should have nothing to do with these events, right? Why involve yourselves? Or... have you also suffered because of them?"
"Everyone in our delegation is upright folk—we're not one to attract such life-threatening troubles," Cheng Ziang replied with a chuckle.
"Yes, yes, my foolishness—please forgive me, Manor Lord," Xing Hu quickly lowered his head, realizing the problems in his words, and apologized profusely.
