Murong Fu was startled. "Father is absolutely right. I have learned my lesson."
Murong Bo said gravely, "Song Qingshu's martial arts are unfathomable. Taking revenge on him is not something that can be done overnight, so there is no need to rush. Right now, there is another matter of utmost urgency."
"What is it?" Murong Fu asked curiously.
Murong Bo looked toward the imperial palace. "This time, I schemed meticulously, used every means at my disposal, and called in countless favors just to make you a candidate in the Contest for Command. Yet you failed..."
Murong Fu felt both ashamed and guilty. "Your son was incompetent."
Murong Bo waved a hand. "What is done is done. There is no point talking about it now. But I was not the only one who schemed so carefully. Jia Sidao is equally determined to seize control of Sichuan's military power. You disappointed him this time, and he certainly will not let you off."
Murong Fu's expression changed slightly. He knew all too well how much influence Jia Sidao wielded. The Murong Family might appear glorious, but with a single thought from Jia Sidao, the Gusu Murong clan could be erased from the martial world.
"Jia Sidao invested so much this time, only for it all to come to nothing. He will surely fly into a rage out of humiliation, and it will be easy for him to vent his anger on you," Murong Bo said in a low voice. "You are the Murong Family's sole descendant. Nothing must happen to you. To be safe, you must make preparations."
"How should I prepare?" Murong Fu had just been enlightened and had already thought everything through. For the restoration of Great Yan, only by staying alive could he retain every possibility.
"You took Guo Jing's