Han Moyao's face darkened; that assassination attempt was a blot in his history.
Not only did he fail to kill Rong Ling, but he almost got himself killed; if it weren't for Feng Qing's intervention, he would be dead.
But now that this woman knew his secret, he felt uneasy. If she told Rong Ling, there was no way Rong Ling would spare him.
Han Moyao pondered deeply; should he find a way to kill Feng Qing or give her a helping hand?
Feng Qing spoke again, "Commander Han, you wouldn't want to kill me, would you? But you'd better not have such thoughts, because I have told someone else about your secret. If nothing happens to me, that person won't spill the beans, but if something happens to me, that person will report this to the Prince. If I die, you won't fare well either, plus you'll have the reputation of being ungrateful and disloyal."
