Young Master Zhao sat upright in the grand master's chair, turning his head slightly with a rather indifferent expression. He took a slow sip from his teacup before leisurely saying, "Now that it's done, it cannot be undone. Master Changying, the Mansion of Marquis Anyang and the Ninth Princess are no ordinary opponents. I implore you to find a way to secretly take him out of the capital."
Changying flicked her dust whisk, her face icy. She snorted coldly and said, "Although I want to help you, you're asking too much. Let me advise you: the Mansion of Marquis Anyang might be manageable, but the Ninth Princess is beyond what we can handle. If you return him now and sincerely apologize, perhaps the Ninth Princess will not pursue this matter further."
This matter involved the Mansion of Marquis Anyang, so she could only consider herself unlucky and didn't even want to ask for the money for the teleportation talisman anymore.