Within a courtyard deep inside the Bai Clan's territory, Bai Zihan sat behind a long jade desk.
Scrolls lay neatly stacked before him.
Reports.
Some significant, others not so much.
His fingers moved slowly, unrolling one document after another, his expression calm—almost detached.
If one didn't know better, they might think he was merely reviewing routine clan affairs rather than reading about violence erupting across the empire.
"Imperial Guards intervened… the ruling leaned toward the Li–Zhao side again."
Bai Zihan murmured softly.
There was no anger in his voice.
Only confirmation.
Seeing how they were still pretending to be impartial, it seemed they did not yet wish to be openly associated with the Li–Zhao Alliance.
Perhaps the Imperial Family was still assessing which path would benefit them more.
Well, Bai Zihan didn't care about their thoughts.
The moment they participated in assassinating him, they had already become his enemies.
