"How much longer until we reach Huacheng?"
"More than half an hour left."
"Hmm, I need to take a nap. Call me when we arrive."
"Yes, Mother."
Wang Xi looked at the noblewoman whose face showed no hint of sorrow, then turned to walk towards the back of the carriage.
Besides the beautiful woman, there was no one else in the carriage.
"What did Mother ask you to do?"
A stunning beauty, dressed in a way that exposed her long, snow-white legs, was another member of the Twelve Tones—Shi Yun, and she was also one of the officially listed members with Wang Xi.
"She Yue is dead."
Wang Xi sat down in the business seat next to her and casually remarked.
Even though they all called the noblewoman Mother, in this Assassin Group, there was no such thing as familial affection.
They were all orphans or girls stolen by traffickers, sent here to the noblewoman and trained from a young age in techniques similar to those of a secret agent swallow.
