"What if..." Mu Xiaojiu nibbled on her finger again, "What if among the Eight Big Families, there are those who are willing to open their doors and welcome them?"
"You mean there's a traitor among the Eight Big Families who wants to collude with them?" My goodness, this whole spy game is very mind-boggling.
"It's not exactly colluding. After all, even the Eight Big Families themselves are not completely united."
Mu Xiaojiu's voice was still faint as he held her small hand, separating each delicate finger.
One by one, holding them between his own fingers, playing with them gently.
Baili Xia could only say she half understood what he was saying, or perhaps, more than half.
Perhaps the Eight Big Families in Jin City have already started to fall apart because of their interests.
The Eight Big Families, from the ancient era, were the embodiment of glory when the old emperor was still alive.
But now, it's merely a name.
