Tianhe Peak.
The crescent moon hanging in the night sky was like a hook, embellished by the scattering stars that flickered.
On the top of the mountain peak, three people sat together. They were covered in bright moonlight and emitted a mysterious aura.
Tang Jinghong's eyes were deeper than usual, revealing a strong scrutiny. "Young Master Tong, as an assassin from the northern border, you surrendered before you even made a move…"
Tong Yujie smiled awkwardly. "I wanted to do it, but Miss Chu refused to accept my challenges time and time again."
He thought to himself that this was a village under the jurisdiction of the capital. Chu Qingzhi was a baroness. Assassinating her would be provoking the Imperial Court.
