Upon hearing this, the coachman's face turned pale as he spoke again: "But what about the master over there..."
Lao Chun interrupted with a laugh: "The master will forgive me; I've served him for decades, how could a mere outsider compare? Besides, I've been muddled recently; it's not the first time..."
"Heh, heh, before Little Liang and Xiao Jia return to the castle, I'll quickly send a message claiming I spoke wrongly due to senility."
"Then I'll confess and seek forgiveness, feigning life and death struggles, surely it will be fine."
"And by that time, Sikong Buwang will already be dead; heh, heh, the Master of Wunian Fox Sect will definitely kill him."
Saying this, a sinister and terrifying expression covered Lao Chun's face.
The coachman stared blankly at his father, almost unable to recognize him, yet he was Lao Chun's son, naturally caught in a dilemma, and unable to decide to expose his father!
