Xie Xun and Lin Helin both understood that their conversations in Jiaozhou had already reached an impasse; now, they were merely making a final effort to force their way through. Lin Helin felt uneasy in his heart, and how could Xie Xun feel any better? Fengyu could empathize with Xie Xun's emotions and accompanied him in silence. Although the heavy rains had delayed their arrival in Zhongzhou, separation was inevitable. The next time they met would be a matter of life and death.
"Cousin, I've always wanted to ask something. When Yuwen Jing plotted this conspiracy during my elder brother's wedding, did your uncles truly know nothing about it?" Xie Xun's smile carried a trace of coldness.
"What do you mean?" Lin Helin narrowed his eyes.
