Ning Ye had not expected this to be the reason. He whirled back around, staring at the top of Thirteen's head, and was taken by guffaws, "All for this reason?"
Thirteen nodded, "Just for this reason, I originally wanted to borrow the blade of the Eastern Palace's Assassin Camp, to use another's hand to kill, but I truly did not foresee that Ling Hua was so cunning and nearly demonic. Just because of a pot of Purple Peony, she guessed that I had meddled in affairs and sent people to watch me. I thought her men would only keep watch for a few days and then give up, but I bore it and remained proper, never expecting her men to not withdraw..."
She closed her eyes, "It was I who destroyed cousin's decade of arrangements, should cousin punish me? Even if it's death, I will accept it."
"You certainly don't fear death," Ning Ye said, momentarily at a loss for words, "How are you so sure that even if I fancied her, I would still want a woman who has already been married?"
