"Don't worry. Just say it was your own choice, they won't blame you."
Jiang Ce smiled, patted Ma Xiangqian's shoulder, and then left.
By evening, Shen Xuanran had also returned to Peacock Mansion.
Jiang Ce brought out two cups of medicinal soup from the kitchen.
"The seasons are changing; drinking some of this can help prevent colds," he said, then asked, "Have you finished dealing with everything?"
Shen Xuanran took the medicinal soup and nodded wearily. "I've looked into it. The ones in the association who wanted to rebel were mainly Zhang Cong's group of external disciples. The main family didn't cause any trouble. Now, with Ma Xiangqian's declaration, everything has settled down."
She continued, "But even so, with my father's disappearance, the Lionheart Association has gradually declined. Many of our establishments have either actively severed ties or been taken over by others."
