Gao Zhao Yue's fingertips, painted with red lacquer, slowly traced up his jaw. Her nails gleamed like droplets of blood under the flickering candlelight.
"I heard that the Emperor of Beili was fated to be without heirs, but after finding his destined woman, he was able to have a Prince."
She suddenly tightened her fingers, forcing Yu Wen Tiancheng's face up.
"The last time he was assassinated, it was also because he was trying to protect that woman."
Yu Wen Tiancheng's lowered lashes cast a dark shadow on his face. His voice was calm as he asked, "So?"
"And now, within the Northern Border Army, that same woman has reappeared." She released him, the pad of her finger brushing heavily across his lower lip. "She's in Zhao Mingyan's tent right now."
Yu Wen Tiancheng said, "What are you planning to do?"
Gao Zhao Yue hadn't forgotten the messenger waiting outside. The corners of her eyes suddenly lifted.
"Tiancheng, have the man outside come in first."
