Murong Qingyu sat on the chair, looking exhausted. He picked up a cup of tea and drank it. After he had recovered from the large cup of tea, he said with lingering fear, "Qian Yeming and Murong Xiao actually returned safely from Xiliang!"

"What?" Mr. Jing asked in surprise, "Then...then how did you come back, my lord?"

"Ah..." Murong Qingyu sighed, and in an instant he seemed to have aged a lot. "I came back just like that. Murong Xiao and Qian Yeming didn't expose me in front of the entire court. I came back after the court was dismissed."

Mr. Jing was silent for a moment before saying, "So... Qian Yeming might not yet be fully aware of the Master's great cause. Murong Xiao hasn't told him about the Murong Mansion yet."

"That's what I was thinking. He must have known about my scheme against Qian Yeming a long time ago. Now that the poison in his body has been cured, there's no reason for him to let me go so easily!"

"Yes. Murong Xiao and Yan'er are both super agents. If Yan'er knows that the Marshal's Mansion is full of secret passages, then Murong Xiao must know it too. Letting you go back like this is like letting a tiger go back to the mountain. What are they thinking?" Mr. Jing pondered deeply and spoke again:

"Maybe she doesn't want to kill you!"

"Oh? How do you mean?"

Murong Qingyu was completely in disarray. Now that he had luckily returned, he wondered if he could have kept those 100,000 troops. People were always like this, wanting more.

"As we said before, if Murong Xiao and Murong Yan are truly two souls that traveled here from the future, then they have no enemies or friends here. Murong Yan fell in love with the young master, but as for Murong Xiao, we still don't know what she wants."

Feeling that Mr. Jing was right, Murong Qingyu nodded and said, "Go on."

"Then let's imagine that if Murong Xiao fell in love with Qian Yeming, then in order to please him, Qian Yeming would definitely know everything about the Marshal's Mansion. And since Qian Yeming is so favored by Qian Yeying now, Qian Yeying must also know about the Grand Marshal.

We don't know Qian Yeming, but you, my lord, do understand Qian Yeying's character. If he knew about you, you would definitely not be able to leave the court today. But you came back."

"What does this mean?"

"That means Murong Xiao hasn't told the father and son about you yet, or hasn't told them yet."

"In other words, I can continue to stay in the capital?" Murong Qingyu's mind was a mess at the moment, and what Mr. Jing said coincided with what he thought.

If he ran away now and reappeared again, he would be labeled a rebel and a traitor. By then, even if he had an army of one million, let alone 500,000, he would not be able to rule.

Even if Yan'er had cannons, they would be sure of victory anyway. However, a hundred years later, a thousand years later, when people talked about his Murong family, they would always remember them as disloyal, unfilial, unkind, and unjust people.

But if he stayed, and there was a coup in the Heping Palace, or... or if Qian Yeying and Qian Yeming died suddenly, everything would be different.

"My lord, this is absolutely not possible!" Mr. Jing immediately stopped Murong Qingyu's unrealistic thoughts.

“Although I don’t know what Murong Xiao’s real considerations are, I can tell from the way she detoxified Qian Yeming that she is not the same as us.