"No need to say anything else. I only want to ask you: what do you intend to do?"
Yang Qing had, of course, seen the struggle and uncertainty flash across Qin Yue's face. He simply watched him quietly, without another word.
Clearly, Qin Yue had not died. He had merely been summoned back to the Sacred Emperor's side as the newly appointed Envoy.
Although he could move about freely now, Yang Qing's heart was as clear as a mirror: the Sacred Emperor must have held something vital over Qin Yue.
One could say that Qin Yue's life and death still rested in the Sacred Emperor's hands. Whether he lived or died depended entirely on how well he handled this assignment.
Had he not already been acquainted with Yang Qing and the others, this task probably would not have fallen to him.
Yet as Yang Qing looked at Qin Yue, he considered another possibility.
Could our acquaintance with Qin Yue have been part of a scheme as well?
If that were truly the case, what role had Qin Yue played in it?
After all, having someone they knew well and shared a close bond with appear before them to discuss a matter of such magnitude offered far greater advantages than sending a complete stranger.
Who could lower their guard entirely before a stranger? Naturally, no one could.
Still, judging by Qin Yue's reaction, he seemed to have known nothing about it beforehand.
Another thought flashed through Yang Qing's mind. Perhaps both they and Qin Yue were merely a few pieces on the Sacred Emperor's chessboard.
As for where those pieces were placed, and when, none of them had any say in it.
At that thought, Yang Qing's wariness toward Qin Yue eased somewhat.
Even so, he still had no intention of