Jiu widened his eyes in shock, kneeling on the ground with a thud, "Your Highness wants to dismiss me?"
Rong Heng poured himself a cup of water, carefully took out a piece of mooncake from his bosom, placed it on a plate, but did not eat it, simply looking at it quietly.
"If you stay in the palace, you'll be a servant all your life."
Jiu shook his head, "I follow the command of the Pingnan Marquis, willingly protecting Your Highness. This is my duty."
"No one's duty is to protect another person. The Xiao Family is gone, you naturally do not have to listen to the old Marquis anymore," Rong Heng said. He finished his water and turned to look at Jiu kneeling on the ground.
The baby-faced young man before him was staring fixedly at him, with wounds all over his body still bleeding, but his gaze was determined.
He remembered, Xiao Jiu was a year older than him, yet he was the last among the Xiao Family's death warriors hidden guards.
