Gongsun Jing's expression changed several times.
Eventually, he sighed slightly, accepting the absurd situation, accepting his dual identity as a secret agent of the Military Family and a subordinate of the covert organization Yi Nanping.
If he were to go back to the General now, with the latter's wisdom, he would surely discern some reasons; at that time, being trapped between the suspicion of the Military Family and the revenge of betraying 'Yi Nanping,' he would be disliked by both parties and could even face a life-threatening peril. Rather than letting himself fall into such a situation, it would be better to maintain the status quo and wait for the right opportunity to act.
With a slight sigh, Gongsun Jing felt like his predecessors who had been sent to the borders long ago, bearing a heavy responsibility, yet only able to bear it alone, unable to share it with others, truly desolate indeed.
His gaze fell on the secret manuals in his hands.
