Uncle Ya refused to leave, but Zhao Jingting stared coldly at him from the side, a murderous glint in his eyes.
Su Qiao could only step in front of Uncle Ya and signal for him to leave quickly.
Uncle Ya had no choice but to leave the room with a worried look on his face, though he did not dare go far.
Inside the room, Su Qiao pondered for a moment before staring at Zhao Jingting with a serious expression. "My Prince, the enemy is strong while we are weak. We cannot reveal our identities right now. Otherwise, your life will surely be endangered."
"So we must pay close attention to concealment. The way you acted just now made it very easy for others to discover us. That would put us at a disadvantage. What I did just now was merely a temporary expedient. I truly had no choice."
"Hmph. I'll admit, that makes some sense."
Zhao Jingting snorted coldly, shook his robe, turned around, and sat down on a wooden stump.
He looked as though he were sitting in a magnificent palace hall.
"This time, I'll let it go. If there is a next time, I will punish you for disrespecting me."
Su Qiao's lips twitched.
Disrespecting him, my foot!
If he tries that again, I'll shove a handful of dirt into his mouth.
Su Qiao was already regretting it a little. Why had she not grabbed a handful of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth while she was at it? Then she would not have to listen to him spout all this nonsense now.
"What? Aren't you going to thank me for my mercy?"
Seeing how unwilling she was, Zhao Jingting snorted coldly again.
*This little hidden guard clearly needs proper training. Her loyalty also needs to