Everything had been clearly communicated, and although Yelu Qi was confined in Shangjing Biegong, he was, after all, a man who had once been just one step away from the throne.
His ambition had long grown wildly like weeds—how could he remain content being locked away in the palace?
It was inevitable that Yelu Qi would stir up trouble once again.
If Yelu Yan was still in the dark, it would be far too dangerous.
Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun, toning down his casual demeanor, "Who is it?"
Li Xianyun said, "I suspect it's a close guard of the Ninth Prince. He has a long scar on his face."
Yelu Yan had a slight impression of "Scarface" and immediately realized the gravity of the situation.
"Good, I will dispatch someone to investigate at once."
Li Xianyun uttered a sound of agreement, and seeing that Yelu Yan was still looking at her with no intention of leaving, he really was clingy.
