Capital Prefecture.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Qin Muye coughed up a pool of congealed blood, finally feeling the tightness in his chest ease somewhat.
When he had crashed into that building-protecting formation just now, he had felt as though his whole body were about to shatter.
"Aunt, I'm fine now!"
"You foolish child, why were you risking your life like that?!"
Only then did Qin Yanying withdraw her hands from his back.
Qin Muye let out a breath and grinned. "If I hadn't risked my life, you really would've been locked in the Court of State Ceremonial for the rest of your life."
"Then let them lock me up! What, am I supposed to be afraid of them?"
"You're just making me suffer inside!"
Qin Muye's stomach ached a little. "But there's no point to this! You'd just be locked up there stubbornly, without even making a splash."
Qin Yanying refused to concede. "Who says I can't make a splash? The Qin Family will be here soon. As long as they kick up a fuss and let everyone in Great Gan know about this, then this time in prison will have been worth it."
Qin Muye fell silent for a while. He did not have the heart to tell her that the Qin Family had already come—and had even stopped him from making a bigger fuss.
All he could say was that she had misjudged her own family's stance. She actually thought the Qin Family would blow this matter up.
But it was not really her fault.
If he had not seen that every one of the Qin Family's fates bore the words "slain for rebellion," perhaps he too would have thought they were Great Gan's loyal hounds, united in appearance but divided in spirit.
This matter needed to be handled