Yu Zhen could not help but wonder if he had chosen the wrong subordinates. They were both his most trusted people, the wisest and strongest of his squadron, but at this moment, they were the dumbest people he had laid eyes on.
Where should he even begin on the wrongdoings of this situation? Was it the grimy grounds that the Prime Minister's daughter was seated on, or the orphan who was reaching for someone beyond his ranks?
Perhaps, it was how a marriage proposal took place in a place where people were sent to die a gruesome death. Restless spirits crept through these hallways at the dead of the night, where echoes of their haunting lingered into the morning.
"Hah," he sighed, pinching a spot in between his brows, not believing both of them had failed him at the same time.
