"It's done. Xue Ling is dead."
The man nodded when he heard Xue Ling's name. They might not be capable of much, but they had the means to kill her.
"What a pity," Prince Lei Ting remarked, carrying a hint of regret.
That old woman from Prince Zhan Yun's residence was unusually fond of Xue Ling. She was a good chess piece. Unfortunately, she had to die.
The man did not say anything. He did not feel that it was a pity.
He did not think Xue Ling was even worth mentioning. They would be overestimating her if they thought of her as a chess piece. She would be a small chess piece next to an actual chess piece at most.
"I've already sent word to the capital," he said.
Since the small chess piece was dead, the chess piece that they had been using should appear, right? He was looking forward to the old woman's crazy revenge on Qian Jiyun.
