"Come with me," Zhao Ling beckoned, leading Yan Xing to a meticulously clean room within their secluded hideout. The atmosphere in the room was heavy with anticipation as they both took their seats, facing each other with an air of seriousness.
"Young Chief," Yan Xing began, his gaze locked with Zhao Ling's, "the disappearance of the Fourth Prince and Governor Lian, along with his wife, will undoubtedly stir up a great commotion by tomorrow morning. Have you given any thought to how we should handle this delicate situation? The Emperor will not let such an incident go unanswered."
Yan Xing's words carried a sense of urgency, emphasizing the gravity of the predicament they now found themselves in. As the young chief of the Medicine Valley, Zhao Ling had orchestrated their capture and subsequent demise, and Yan Xing believed she must have already contemplated the necessary course of action to navigate the impending storm.
