Zhu Rongrong looked at Zhu Minglang for quite a while but still couldn't make up her mind.
If she were caught doing this kind of thing by her father, she probably wouldn't get to have tea and look at flowers with her young lady friends for the rest of her life.... Instead, she'd be locked up at home, waiting to be married off…
However, what Zhu Minglang said did make sense.
The Little Inner Court of Zhu Gate wasn't as stringent as the Main Inner Court, but an assassination attempt was simply preposterous. If it hadn't been for Zhu Minglang's precaution from the start, those people might have succeeded.
If Zhu Minglang were to die here, their Little Inner Court would also face annihilation.
Furthermore, the leak of the Veins of the Earth's trace made Zhu Rongrong feel that the current Little Inner Court was like a clay house. It was fine when the weather was clear, not feeling any discomfort, but once the storm hit, this clay house wouldn't provide any shelter at all.