"Don't worry. The one getting beheaded definitely won't be me!"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled and said, "Come on. Before the Imperial Court's people arrive, let's go find my father!"
With that, Jiang Xiaobai led Tang Ningshuang and Xiao Yunshu out of the courtyard.
But after only two steps, Jiang Xiaobai remembered something and looked at Xiao Qingshu, who was sweeping. "You're coming too!"
Though reluctant, Xiao Qingshu set the broom aside and followed at the rear with a dark expression.
As they walked, Xiao Qingshu stayed at the back, but his gaze kept drifting toward Xiao Yunshu.
Indeed, Xiao Yunshu wore a bamboo hat, obscuring her face.
Yet her silhouette looked strangely familiar to him.
As though he had seen her somewhere before.
But despite racking his brains, he simply couldn't remember who she was.
Before long, they arrived outside another courtyard.
As they approached, a series of dull thuds came from within.
Bang!
With a burst of force energy, two figures sprang apart.
One was Chen Jian, and the other was Jiang Jingcheng.
Jiang Jingcheng retreated two steps before steadying himself.
Looking up at Chen Jian, Jiang Jingcheng said with admiration written all over his face, "Impressive, lad! You're at the peak of the eighth rank!"
"The way I see it, Chen Zhanqiu can't be your real father!"
He simply couldn't understand it.
As the Minister of Rites, Chen Zhanqiu knew absolutely nothing about martial arts.
How had he fathered such a martial arts prodigy?!
"Huh?"
Chen Jian visibly froze, then scratched his head. "My father... isn't my father?"
He remembered Jiang Jingcheng saying something like that last time.
Now that he had brought it up again, Chen Jian couldn't help growing suspicious.
"Haha, don't overthink it, lad. That was just my roundabout way of complimenting you!"
Seeing Chen Jian's