Song Ci's paranoia was flaring up, always thinking he would encounter a wave of assassins. So, was that really the case?
On the mountain not far from the palace, two sneaky figures were hiding in the shadows, watching the quiet palace below.
"Damn it, that's the dog Emperor's villa and palace. In this cold winter, the Emperor's damned old mother is enjoying herself in that fancy house, with rich clothes and lavish food, while we have to suffer the cold and eat the harsh northwest wind. Damn it." A rather small man bit on a piece of bark in his mouth and spit it out.
Beside him, a taller man said darkly, "Keep your voice down, don't let the wind carry it away."
The small man said, "We're really out of luck, coming down the mountain to rob, only to have those damned soldiers wiped out our hideout, and we lost our place. They're providing disaster relief, sure, but why go for our old nest!"
The whole village, only the two of them were left.
The tall man said nothing.
