On the roof, a man dressed as a scholar stood gracefully against the wind.
A brush and paper in hand, he stood there on the roof, diligently recording something.
Inside the house, Zhang Yu sneered. "So what if he has the Heavenly Kill Slash? His military authority has been stripped, hasn't it? Sooner or later, he'll fall right into my hands!"
"Could you maybe stop bragging?" Song Lianhe said with a look of contempt. "What can you do besides send a few useless assassins? My husband is a Prince of Da Cheng, for crying out loud! How dare you thieves from the insignificant little country of Nanchen be so shameless?"
But Zhang Yu didn't get angry. Instead, he stared at her with a sinister smile. "A Prince? I'm afraid you have no idea how many people in the Da Cheng Court want him dead, do you?"
"What do you mean? No, how could you know that?" Song Lianhe feigned shock. "You have people in the Court?!"
Zhang Yu pressed his lips together, refusing to say another word.
