Everyone was stunned.

"And you, are you trying to say that as long as we hand over that treasure, you can let bygones be bygones and let us live?" Ling Chuxi said to Xiahou Ying.

Xiahou Ying subconsciously nodded his head. He had indeed wanted to say that, but since Ling Chuxi had already said it, he had nothing more to say.

Xiahou Ying was also a little confused. That's not right. Ling Chuxi should at least show some respect or panic when she saw the inner steward of the aristocratic family's Arbitration Council. Why was she so calm? Something was wrong, something was really wrong.

"Ling Chuxi, since you know what we want, then hand it over honestly. Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to reason with us when we arrive at the aristocratic family's ruling council." Xiahou Ying tried his best to throw that strange thought out of his mind as he shouted at Ling Chuxi.