"How can there be so many coincidences?!"
Yang Zhan retorted, "Even if someone just caught wind of something, why would he come before us and act mysterious? Where does he get the nerve to provoke Prince Rong's Mansion!
"Wouldn't it only be the person involved or someone in the know who would pinpoint us precisely?!"
His words came faster and faster, almost to the point of accusation.
Xu Yin looked at him, his expression displeased, yet he remained silent.
Who could say that Yang Zhan didn't have a point?
What happened tonight was indeed too eerie.
Prince Rong and his son suddenly stumbled upon that dagger in the garden, and then it was snatched away by an unknown person. Afterwards, Fu Zhen barged into his room, and even though the curtain he pulled down was blocking her, it ended up being Zhang Shicheng.
What did Fu Zhen have to do with that dagger?
This thought suddenly leapt into his mind.
That woman, who was obviously very frail and pale, seemed a bit special.
