Upon hearing her words, Bailong An was crestfallen and lowered his head in despair, disregarding the sharp blade. After a long silence, he sighed deeply and slowly said, "Disperse, let her go..."
"Your Majesty, you absolutely mustn't!" He Yuling vehemently dissuaded.
"Don't you see the knife at my throat? Do you want to watch as my own daughter kills me?" Bailong An glared at him and asked.
He Yuling was momentarily speechless, looked around with difficulty, and helplessly gestured to the guards to disperse.
"Can you let me go now?" Bailong An asked imploringly.
"Do you really want to let me go?"
Feng seemed somewhat doubtful of him.
"Of course, I guarantee in Emperor Wu's name, you can leave, and nobody will stop you."
"What if you go back on your word?"
"After all, I am your father..."
"Humph..."
Feng snorted coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
