"I really can't guess." Nangong Yen pretended that he didn't know. "Maybe it's Aman, or maybe... those gangsters? Didn't they say that the international gangsters might have sneaked into the palace?"
"That really is a headache." A hint of a smile slowly crept up onto the corner of Prince's lips. "During the implementation of my plan, I don't want to see a few mice trying to stir up trouble in secret."
Nangong Yen did not speak. He picked up the wine glass next to him and took a sip. The environment was elegant and luxurious.
The piano player played quiet music on the side of the hall, which added a noblemen's time and space for playing chess.
