Having long been aware of the Wei spy lurking by Bai Qingyu's side, he had allowed the man to remain in order to relay information to the King of Xihuai, hoping to lure the king to a meeting. But who could have foreseen… that it would attract not the King of Xihuai but the Ninth Prince of Yan.
Wang Dong, an officer in the Bai family's army who had posed as Bai Qingyu's guard, limped into the room with a salute. "Master, the Ninth Prince of Yan has arrived."
"Hmm…" Bai Qingyu turned around, his fingers softly stroking the ring on his right thumb.
He walked to the side of the soft couch, lifted his robe as he sat down leisurely, and asked, "Did you get anything out of him?"
