If he insists on rushing out during the moment the door opens, considering that I can’t hurt him, it would truly take some effort to lock him back inside.

Just as the door was about to be reexamined, An Yu slowly spoke, "I want to see my father. Please go and inform him."

"Well..." The two guards hesitated for a moment, "Please, young master, don’t make things difficult for us."

If they were to disturb the master at this time, they were genuinely afraid they’d lose their heads.

"It’s okay if you don’t want to inform him, or if you want to prevent me from leaving, but there’s one thing you must understand. No matter what, I am the only young master of the Prime Minister Residence, the only blood of my father. Even though he might be angry with me temporarily, as long as the blood ties remain, he’d always favor me. When the day comes for us to return to the capital city, you should seriously consider your future..."

An Yu’s words left the two guards in a state of panic.

"Please wait for a moment, young master, we will inform him immediately." With that, the two exchanged glances, and one of them hurried away.

The other, fearing that An Yu might seize the opportunity to rush out, was both anxious and determined to prevent it.

An Bingfeng was not surprised when he learned that An Yu wanted to see him.

He knew his son well.

The mischief was temporary, and it wouldn’t benefit him. Soon, he would figure it out—that only by calming down could he qualify to negotiate with him.

An Bingfeng also knew why An Yu was seeking him, but he still went.

Perhaps today’s performance by An Ning moved him greatly.

In An Bingfeng’s heart, the shadow left over the years persisted; he always believed that humans are terrifying, and there is no distinction between good and bad people, only between outsiders and insiders.

Over the years, many have tried to cling to him, frame him, even take his life, and he had long become accustomed to this.

But, for the first time, An Ning spoke to him in such a calm tone.

Neither sad nor happy, without hatred, nor affection or flattery. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Suddenly, An Bingfeng felt a sense of self-reflection.

Had he really been wrong all these years?

Yet, simultaneously, he was also a very proud and arrogant person.

Even if he was wrong, he didn’t want to admit it.

However, he would extend his kindness to An Yu, given that An Yu could control his emotions and refrain from acting impulsively.

An Yu initially caused quite a commotion, and since An Bingfeng’s health had not fully recovered, he feared the turmoil would disturb his rest, thus An Yu was kept in a different courtyard.

When An Bingfeng arrived, he looked at the guards at the door and said, "You may leave."

"Yes," the two guards clasped their fists in salute and left, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief.

When deities fight, mortals suffer.

This has always been the truth since ancient times.

And for them, obviously, they couldn’t afford to offend either party; leaving was their best choice.

After the guards left, An Yu raised his head, looking at An Bingfeng standing at the door.

An Bingfeng walked calmly inside, sat across from him, and said, "Having the guards call me over, does that mean you’ve thought it through?"

"Yes, I have thought it through. I agree to go back to the capital city with you." Not because he wanted to go back, but because An Yu was aware of his own limitations.

An Bingfeng had agreed to let him stay here because a significant event had happened in the capital city. He had no choice but to return, and didn’t have the time to linger here.