"The commitment is to eliminate a powerful Prince."
"Isn't that a bit crazy?"
The next morning, Catherine and Yang Ming moved into a grand house allocated by the Elder Court.
Without others around, the virtuous Catherine was busy organizing their luggage, while Yang Ming, dressed in boxer shorts, sat at the bar, reviewing the data on the projected screen in front of him.
This was the first target the old Emperor had assigned them to assassinate.
What made Yang Ming find it somewhat laughable was that the Emperor had listed hundreds of charges against the Prince, seemingly to lessen their psychological resistance.
Yang Ming could only shake his head.
With such concerns, the Empire couldn't be twisted into something new.
"What are you busy with?"
Catherine wrapped her arms around Yang Ming's neck from behind, snuggling against his back. Yang Ming did not shy away, but instead gestured with his chin toward the projection screen.
