Bile rose up Ji Mo Yuan's throat and he balled his hands into fists. The veins on the back of his hands bulged, their sinuous patterns barely visible under the dirt and dried blood that covered his skin.
"Why me?" he demanded. Why him out of the many people Bai Chen could ask to
Unfortunately, Ji Mo Yuan had long fallen from his pedestal. So what if he asked for an answer It didn't mean he would get one. His place was on his knees, covered in dirt, while Bai Chen stood tall and mighty, impervious to dust and grim.
"Why not you?" Bai Chen asked back, laughing.
Ji Mo Yuan felt like an ant.
"Since you are here, it means you have men working for you. Maybe even in the palace. If you want her dead, you can do it yourself," he argued
The only answer he got this time was another hateful smile.
