Added to that was the thought of Princess Xie and for the moment he had lost his appetite.
Seeing that he didn't take the bait, a hint of anxiety appeared in both men's eyes.
They were being paid to do a job.
If Yue Mingxuan didn't die today, then the ones who would be dead by tomorrow morning would be the two of them.
The shorter man asked in a low voice, "What should we do?"
The other man's eyes flashed with a harsh glint and he made a throat slitting gesture.
"But aren't we supposed to make it look like a suicide out of guilt?" the shorter one said, a little flustered.
The palace coroners were not fools..
The other man replied urgently, "How can we worry about that now? Just kill him quickly."
They exchanged another look and walked toward the cell where Yue Mingxuan was held.
He remained immersed in his faintly mournful mood, completely unaware of their approach.
