Shu Yu and Meng Yunzheng left the central judicial office and slowly made their way toward the south of the city.
After walking for quite a distance, Meng Yunzheng asked in a low voice, "The last insurance policy?"
Shu Yu nodded heavily, her expression slightly serious, "As you said, Gong Qiu is an old fox. He knows it was you who complained before the Emperor and believes you're not his son. He might not be able to do other things, but at the last moment, he would definitely drag you down with him."
She turned her head to look at him, "He already has few offspring. Back then, he wasn't even sure if your father was still alive or if you knew his secret, yet he still risked bringing you back to raise you. Clearly, he still cares about that bloodline connection. I just figured, no matter how much he hates you or how unwilling he is, he would still spare your life."
