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"My lord says you are a sensible child. If you want to tell something, there must be a good reason for it."
He certainly knows how to read people. Just because he praised me once, he thinks I will obediently listen.
That sounded a bit childish. Kong Sheng chuckled and said, "Qi Xiaomian is not bad; don't bully her too much."
He seems to have quite a wide reach!
My lord also mentioned that the day of reckoning is not far off, so don’t dwell on him too much.
Sang Qingxiao was not angry; he was just overthinking. With three heads and arms, full of tricks, does he really need anyone else to worry about him?
"What else did your lord say? Spill it all out. If you’re not tired of talking, I’m tired just listening."
Kong Sheng nodded and smiled, "Regarding the recent series of events, it's nearing its end. You need not get involved any further."
Your aunt Sang Yumei is bouncing around happily about Cui Cheng's matter and the White Family Caravan issue. It’s not what my lord desires; if personal grievances cause trouble and inadvertently affect the entire plan of the Sang Family, it would be a crime against the Sang Family.
Your elder aunt will step in to teach her a lesson and clean up the mess. For this matter, just pretend you don’t know anything.
Elder aunt? Another elder aunt popped up (Sang Yuxin, mother of cousin Chi Chen'an). She certainly isn’t staying quietly at Yuan Shui An; for the sake of the Sang Family, she can even bear the pain of not seeing her own son.
Kong Sheng finally advised, "If you encounter difficulties, you can seek out the young lady and send a Cypress Branch to Yuan Shui An without saying much; she will assist you."
Seeing Kong Sheng finish speaking with a weary expression, Sang Qingxiao couldn’t help but feel admiration for his loyalty to the Sang Family and a bit of concern for his situation. "Do you need me to rescue you?"
Sang Qingxiao asked this because she didn’t want to disrupt their plans by directly intervening.
Kong Sheng smiled and replied, "No need. After the young lady leaves, I will confess, and my identity is that of someone from the previous dynasty."
Even if you drag the previous dynasty into this, what difference does it make? The Dungeon's strength is not weak; it’s not that clear-cut.
Kong Sheng continued, "This dragon has Nine Sons; some are good and some are bad. In the Dungeon, it’s merely a change from one descendant of the Ming Mo Emperor to another."
I see now.
After this incident, the Dungeon remains the same Dungeon; it’s still under the Ming Mo Emperor's influence.
Sang Qingxiao grew worried again; if His Majesty is hot-tempered, he probably won’t let any traitors go unpunished. As a key figure in this matter, once your forged identity is exposed in front of His Majesty, your chances of survival would be slim.
"I know; I volunteered for this. As a lonely old man, if I can contribute to the Sang Family’s affairs, then my life would have been worth it."
Seeing Kong Sheng's determination, Sang Qingxiao felt an added respect for him and performed a salute befitting the Sang Family Army. After Kong Sheng returned the gesture, she turned and left the dungeon.
Qi Shuo was waiting outside and noticed her mood seemed fine. "If it were you all along, I could treat it as if I had captured him myself; those involved in this matter are all confidants of the Marquis—tight-lipped."
Sang Qingxiao said, "He wants to confess. You should go listen to him. These days, I trouble you to take care of him and try to make his life a bit more comfortable."
Qi Shuo frowned. "There's really no need. Let him do as he wishes."
After saying that, Sang Qingxiao left without looking back.
Upon returning to the Small Tavern, she hung up the sign indicating a day off and nestled under the blankets, gazing out at the lively scene in Zheng Garden, remaining motionless for a long time.
It wasn't until dawn broke that Old Vine poked her head into the room and nudged her, bringing her back to her senses.
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