Sikong Mo harbored no thoughts of rebellion. He didn't care that everyone had their own place.
Or in other words, if he truly wanted it, perhaps nothing the old Emperor did could stop him.
Ye Jiu had an inexplicable trust in Sikong Mo, a trust that grew even more mysterious, especially after she decided to fully accept him.
At night, in a villa outside the city, Ye Jiu slipped in wearing black, her expression calm as she passed through the crowd and took a seat at the head, her fingers naturally resting beside her.
Qing Li stood up from below and stepped forward, "The matters instructed by Master have all been prepared. However, we don't know when we can take action?"
Ye Jiu's mouth curled into a slight smile.
Are you ready?
Very good.
Thinking about it, Ye Bai and Ye Hei should also be ready by now.
"Then let's proceed according to the original plan, starting with the capital city," Ye Jiu said.
