Hearing this, Murong Yixuan pondered for a moment, looked at him and said, "Father, I think it's better for you not to go at this time."
"Hmm? What does this mean?" Murong Bo looked at him and asked.
"Father, think about it. General Feng is at the critical moment of life and death. Feng Mansion will definitely not entertain guests. Moreover, after something like this happened, not only them, but also the major forces and families in the city will pay attention to the movements of Feng Mansion. Father has already sent a doctor to visit him, which shows his concern. Therefore, under the current situation, I think it is better for Father not to go."
"You mean, if I go there again, I'm afraid people will suspect me of being the mastermind behind the assassination of Feng Xiao?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, his sharp eyes fell on his son.
Murong Yixuan lowered his eyes slightly, and did not answer directly, but cupped his hands and said: "I just think that it is not appropriate for my father to go to Feng Mansion at the moment."
Hearing this, Murong Bo was in deep thought. His eyes stayed on him for a while before moving away. He said, "What you said makes sense. Since they are not going, then you can go to the warehouse and pick out some herbs to send over. Maybe they can use them."
"Yes." Murong Yixuan responded and watched him walk out with his hands behind his back.
He looked at his father's departing back thoughtfully, feeling vaguely uneasy, and a solemn look appeared on his handsome face.
I just hope that his guess is wrong and that this incident really wasn't done by him. Otherwise, I'm afraid the consequences will be disastrous...
As for the other side, Feng Mansion
In Feng Xiao's courtyard, in a room, the old man, Feng Jiu and Guan Xilin were sitting around the table talking about Feng Xiao's attack. After elimination and analysis, the final result made the old man a little unbelievable.
"No, no, how is that possible? Maybe we guessed wrong." The old man didn't want to believe it because the answer was too hard for him to accept.
Feng Jiu sighed slightly and said, "With the strength of our Feng Mansion, there are few in the entire Yao Ri Country who dare to be our enemy. Moreover, this assassination happened in Yunyue City, which is the capital of the country. It is hard for me not to be suspicious."
“Maybe, maybe it was someone from another country who assassinated your father. Maybe, maybe…” He was interrupted by Fengjiu before he could finish his words.
"Yes, maybe it is possible, but in recent years, there has been no war between the surrounding ninth-level countries and our Yao Ri, so the possibility of them suddenly attacking Dad is not great."
She paused for a moment and continued, "Another thing is, there are only a few people in Yunyue City who can accurately grasp Daddy's recent life patterns and have the ability to hurt him like this. I believe Grandpa also knows this."
"Although there are no useful clues left at the battle scene, who else could have called out 20 to 30 masters like that at once except for Yao Ri King Murong Bo? Grandpa, don't forget that kings have always been suspicious. Moreover, the current strength of our Feng Mansion is indeed worthy of his fear. If he wants to weaken the power of our Feng Mansion, how could he not kill us?"
Her voice was light, but every word of her analysis was reasonable and to the point.
A big tree attracts the wind, a big name attracts disaster, and a person's achievements surpass his master. The Feng Mansion is now exactly like this.