"If you want to leave, it's simple, but not now."
"Why... why not?"
Jiang Wen looked puzzled, his expression cautious.
He had said everything, so why wouldn't they let them go?
"Some matters must be dealt with; we can't just leave them hanging."
Li Qingmu's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable air.
"You two have saved us, and we are very grateful, but if we stay here any longer, I fear our lives will be in danger. Please, let us go!"
The woman was about to kneel before Long Yue and Li Qingmu, but Jiang Wen seemed unwilling and pulled her up.
"Since you saved us, you wouldn't push us back into danger. So, what is it that you want us to do?"
Li Qingmu looked at Jiang Wen with surprise.
After staying in prison for a few days, perhaps interrogated by others, he had several whip marks on his body, which made him appear disheveled.
Yet, he remained calm, exuding a faint sense of nobility, suggesting he still retained some qualities of the previous dynasty's Imperial Family.
