"...." Li Qingyan's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
Xu Yuan noticed and smiled faintly:
"What I proposed is only one possibility. Why exactly Marquis Wucheng acts the way he does is something we can't truly know. It might be due to Mu Zhiyun's death, perhaps something else provoked him, or maybe he's plotting other matters altogether."
The story always ends at its climax, at its most beautiful moment, because continuing often leads into tragedy. Reality is a union of beauty and filth, and ever since Xu Yuan and Li Qingyan assumed power, they've faced nothing but these schemes and treachery, these tough choices between former comrades now standing in opposition.
Li Qingyan's slender index finger played with the hem of the Imperial Robe:
"Do you think... I should start killing?"
Killing? No, it's a cleansing.
Xu Yuan casually found a chair to sit opposite her and said earnestly:
