Meanwhile, Murong Ye rushed back to his family's estate as quickly as he could.
His heart pounded with anxiety. On the way, he imagined countless scenarios, certain he was about to face his father's thunderous wrath.
However, when he returned to the estate and entered the study, trembling with fear, he found that things were not as he had expected.
Murong Yang was dressed in simple, casual attire, reading a book behind his desk.
Murong Ye knelt the moment he entered, but Murong Yang didn't even lift his head, acting as if he hadn't seen him at all.
Time ticked by. The room grew quieter, the silence broken only by the occasional rustle of a turning page, which made Murong Ye's heart pound in terror.
As he knelt on the floor, the back of his robes was already soaked through with a cold sweat.
Finally, Murong Yang finished the book. After turning the last page, he lifted his gaze to glance at Murong Ye, his face devoid of expression.
"Did you take leave to come back?"
