Yin Zhi smirked, though his eyes gleamed with sharp amusement. "Interesting. If it were your first brother, it wouldn't surprise me. But for your second brother—Prince Ran—to weave such schemes? That is shocking. It seems being cast out of the demon realm has tempered him well. He's no longer reckless, but sharper, more dangerous."
"Perhaps," Mo Tian said coldly, his red eyes glinting. "But if my second brother is plotting this much, then what are my first brother and that father of mine doing? Don't tell me they remain ignorant of his schemes. I refuse to believe they have no clue."
Before Yin Zhi could respond, Mo Tian's gaze sharpened. His voice cut through the air like a blade. "Come out."
From the shadows, a figure emerged—a girl dressed entirely in black, her veil concealing all but her eyes. She dropped to her knees and bowed low. "Master."
"You may rise," Mo Tian said, his tone as frigid as ever.
"Thank you, Master," the girl replied softly.
