The Li Marquis's Residence.
A large crowd lay prostrate on the ground, servants and lavishly dressed noblewomen alike. It was so quiet that their rapid breathing could be heard clearly.
Chu Xingchen swept his gaze over them, then sighed softly.
Most of the people in this residence seemed to be here.
Yet Yingling had clearly told him back then that her life simply hadn't been very good.
Someone had already been sent to summon Minister Wang.
But the commotion here was considerable, and it seemed they had beaten the grass and startled the snake.
Still, whether he came or not hardly mattered.
If Minister Wang wouldn't come, couldn't Chu Xingchen go to him?
The monk might flee, but the temple couldn't.
Chu Xingchen understood his eldest disciple. The likelihood of her going on a killing spree was probably low.
Li Yingling had been willing to come more for her late mother's sake.
She wanted to give her mother some closure and settle her last lingering attachment to this place.
As for these people, they were most likely just a backdrop.
But whatever Li Yingling did, Chu Xingchen would support his eldest disciple.
Chu Xingchen sat in a chair, his gaze sweeping lightly over the people below.
Chen Baiqing sat in a chair behind Chu Xingchen, her little face cold.
On the way here, she had silently listened to everything as Senior Sister Yingling chatted with their master.
She hadn't said anything about it throughout the journey, but that didn't mean she had nothing to say.
Had it been her, Chen Baiqing might not have said anything, but if her senior sister was being bullied, she absolutely couldn't tolerate it.
Her senior sister had always been so kind, and had always treated her so well.
Her senior sister shouldn't have been