After speaking, Dou Dajiang stared at Zhu Yu and Lu Qing, as if trying to discern some expression from the masks on their faces.
Unlike the simple-minded little mute, he was over forty years old and had previously run a fragrance shop, capable of managing on his own. He had weathered some storms in life and, during the process of searching for that group of "swindlers" after his family incident, he had suffered some hardships. He was aware that these two officials inquiring about the fake cinnabar in his hand was definitely not out of curiosity.
Although he couldn't guess what exactly was implicated, having a high-ranking official inquire was ultimately a good thing.
The evil thing killed his entire family, and even if he couldn't take revenge personally, it was at least a relief that someone would pursue the matter.
