King Nanyang asked, "Since they are Xiao Min's flesh and blood, why didn't you mention it in the intelligence?"
Xu Qing paused and said, "I think this is not important unless you plan to use them as a bargaining chip to threaten the Wei family, but I think you probably disdain this."
King Nanyang's voice was not loud, but there was an ice-cold chill. "Don't casually guess my thoughts, and don't make any decisions for me. Your mission is to gather information. Whether it's important or not is not up to you to judge."
Xu Qing lowered his head. "I know my mistake."
"Go and receive your punishment yourself."
"Yes."
Fifteen minutes later, Xu Qing came out of a secret room underground, covered in blood.
The Gu Master handed him a set of clean clothes at the door. "I guess it's better for you to change your clothes before going back."
Xu Qing reached out with his lacerated hand and carried the clothes over.
