Having received these words from Yang Wenxiao, Qiao Xiaomai went back to the Qiao Residence.
Shen Bai wasn't without hope, but what counts as a merit?
Even such a great accomplishment as inventing paper couldn't buy freedom; what more could Shen Bai conjure up while staying in the manor's back courtyard?
Yang Wenxiao's expectation seems to make things difficult for others.
She shared her worries with Tong Sanlang, who after listening, fell silent. It was quite a while before he sighed and said, "He is afraid of Shen Bai's retaliation."
"How would Shen Bai retaliate?"
"Not having wiped him out completely is already merciful. As an emperor, there's always a sword hanging over his head. He would suspect everyone, especially someone like Shen Bai," Tong Sanlang said.
Qiao Xiaomai understood this reasoning, but she felt regretful.
