“Third Master, I’m not trying to stop you, but right now, Miss Jiu’er is treating Ninth Master. No one can go in and disturb them. Please forgive me, Third Master.”

Ji Mingyu’s manner was extremely respectful, his expression mild and yielding.

But he stood blocking Lu Qihong’s path, and he hadn’t moved a single step.

Lu Qihong’s face grew uglier by the moment.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, Lu Feifan hurriedly said, “Dad, you just arrived and you’re tired too. Why don’t you go rest in the tent first? Once Miss Zhen finishes treating Young Uncle later, it won’t be too late for us to go then.”

Ji Mingyu also put on a smile and said, “That’s right, Third Master. You’ve traveled such a long way to get here — you really should rest a bit first…”

Lu Qihong still wanted to say something, but just then, someone came rushing over from the direction of the landing pad.

“Old Ji.” It was Yan Qiu.

“What’s going on?” Ji Mingyu looked at him, but didn’t dare move his feet, afraid Lu Qihong would go straight past him to see Ninth Master.

Yan Qiu first greeted Lu Qihong. “Third Master!”

Then he immediately turned to Ji Mingyu. “The flight path still isn’t stable enough — one of the supply transport helicopters had an accident.”

“Serious?”

“Serious. It crashed. Two pilots are still missing, haven’t been found yet.”

Yan Qiu glanced toward the tent. “Old Ji, if it’s possible, the plan to escort Ninth Master back to Jiangzhou needs to be delayed a bit. We need to fix the system first and see where the problem lies.”

“Fine. Miss Jiu’er already said there’s no problem for now.”

“Then that’s fine.”

The two of them settled the matter, and Yan Qiu immediately left again.

Ji Mingyu looked at Lu Qihong, his expression sincere. “Third Master, why don’t you go rest for now? The moment there’s any news about Ninth Master here, I’ll notify you right away. Is that all right?”

Lu Feifan also urged, “Dad, I’ve had someone tidy up the tent. Why don’t we go have some tea first?”

…

Lu Feifan finally managed to coax Lu Qihong into the tent.

Just like Lu Beicheng’s tent, this one, though temporarily set up, was luxurious in its layout and size.

Outside, likewise, bodyguards stood in tight formation, layer upon layer — within a hundred meters, absolutely no unrelated person could get close enough to disturb them.

The moment Lu Qihong entered, his face darkened. “What exactly are you doing right now?”

“Dad…”

“Not only did you not help Xia Zi, you even stopped her from making her move?”

Though he himself hadn’t been there, Lu Qihong knew what had happened better than anyone.

“Dad! You can’t have Xia Zi work for you anymore!”

Lu Feifan strode quickly toward him, a flash of deep pain crossing his eyes. “She, right now…”

“That’s right. She’s useless to me now. Naturally, I won’t be using her again.”

Once someone had already carried out an assassination attempt and had their identity exposed, they were, of course, a discarded pawn.

“Not only will I not use her again, I also won’t let her have the chance to be used by anyone else.”

“Dad, what are you planning to do?” Seeing the trace of murderous gloom flash in his father’s eyes, Lu Feifan’s heart jolted, both anxious and furious.

“Dad, are you planning to kill her to silence her? You… you can’t do that!”

“Why can’t I?” Lu Qihong looked at him and, instead of getting angry, laughed. “By your logic, do you actually want to give her the chance to reveal my relationship with her?”

“You even know that you have a relationship with her?”

Lu Feifan’s face was full of anguish. “Since you already know that, why would you still let her go to her death?”

“She was willing on her own.”

“And what about your child? Is your child also willing to be sacrificed?”