"Then let's go with my plan."
"Mm. If the western sects don't like it, it's because they lack vision."
"When I am chased back to Shengjing in disgrace, will His Highness comfort me with these words as well?"
"Mmm, I like whatever Mr. Pei does."
"Truly worried when you lose your short note."
"If you dare to finish reading and toss it again, this palace will toss you out too."
Pei Ye smiled: "These words can't scare people."
"Wait for your return."
"Alright."
...
...
No moon, only rain.
1 AM.
The branches outside rustled noisily, the room was unlit, pitch black.
Zhao Zixing put on his boots, again looked down at the short note on the table, the ink was fresh, but in such light, forcibly reading it felt like turning into ghostly shadows.
