Jiang Qingli's brows furrowed. "The Baili family wants to kill Jing?"
"Yes, I only found out this afternoon." Gu Nian rested his chin on Jiang Qingli's knee like an obedient, harmless little pet. "The information is solid."
Jiang Qingli didn't doubt that.
The underground auction house sold not only rare treasures but also information—anything from major decisions made by high-ranking officials or even in the Imperial Palace, down to trivial matters like how many kittens a nobleman's cat had and who they were given to...
Nobles often used such information to crush their rivals or catch a cheating spouse in the act.
Glancing in the direction Baili Jing had gone, Jiang Qingli asked, "Then do you know the time and place they're planning? How many people? What's their method?"
"I can tell you everything I know, but..." Gu Nian glanced at the young man standing beside them, looking troubled. "Some things are safer for Senior not to know."
He put on an act of being considerate.
