Inside Qingjing Residence.
Xiao Jinghong's eyes shifted inexplicably. She lowered her head slightly, keeping Elder Master Xiao from noticing anything unusual.
The words "sharing a bed," much like Elder Master Xiao's earlier mention of "holding a great-grandchild," were mostly the sort of things that made her blush.
Although her temperament was usually rather cool, she still found such matters difficult to speak of.
Elder Master Xiao noticed nothing unusual and continued, "Jinghong, with that boy Zhao Yi dying in Shuzhou, I'm afraid there'll be no small amount of trouble."
Elder Master Xiao's brows knitted tightly. "Zhao Lie and I may both be marquises of military, but we're based in different places, one in Shuzhou and the other in Guangyue Prefecture. There isn't much friendship between us."
"Under these circumstances, it'll be hard to persuade him to make a big matter small."
Hearing this, Xiao Jinghong steadied herself and asked, "Grandfather, Marquis Zhaowu's grief over losing his son is indeed troublesome, but our Xiao Family didn't kill him. Would he really target us?"
Elder Master Xiao sighed, bracing both hands on his cane. "The Prefectural City is a place our Xiao Family has cultivated for a hundred years. With something so serious happening here, how could we stay out of it?"
"Besides, Zhao Yi visited our manor two days ago, and I rejected his proposal to erect a monument for Shuzhou's forebears. Before long-Zhao Lie will probably come."
Marquises of military stood at the pinnacle of official rank, and most represented mighty powers with centuries of heritage. Had Elder Master Xiao encountered such a thing, his first act upon reaching the other party's territory would certainly have been to call them to account.
Even if the matter had nothing to do with the Xiao Family, it would have been no different.