Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The guests dispersed in twos and threes.

Marquis Jingnan approached, saying in a low voice to Chen Qing, "Follow me. This is not the place to talk."

Chen Qing understood and nodded, following along.

The two didn't take carriages but walked along the shadows beneath the palace walls, returning on foot to the nearby Martial Academy.

The night was deep, the palace grounds silent.

Only after returning to that independent courtyard in the Martial Academy did Marquis Jingnan's expression relax somewhat.

"Sit."

Marquis Jingnan pointed to a stone bench in the courtyard. He himself also gathered his robes and sat down, his gaze falling on Chen Qing's face. "What do you make of tonight's events?"

Chen Qing sat down opposite him. After pondering for a moment, he said, "The Empress seems to show favor, but in reality placed me in a difficult position. This action... doesn't seem like simple recruitment."