Song Lianhe's identity was questionable from the start, and after she successfully convinced Yin Huan to hand over the poetry collection, she became even more suspicious.
Cao Jin was still in a state of shock all the way back.
"...She seems to know too much. We can't let her live."
This was his final conclusion.
In contrast, Zhou Cangyan appeared remarkably calm.
"We will know whether she can live or not once Yin Huan delivers the poetry collection."
Cao Jin looked at him in confusion. "This isn't your style."
Men destined for greatness can't afford to be sentimental. Even if Yin Huan was truly persuaded to bring the collection, that would only prove the woman was far too dangerous to be kept alive.
"Bullying a woman isn't your style, either."
Cao Jin froze.
"Bullying?"
He scoffed, his face impassive as he looked at Zhou Cangyan in disbelief. "I'm talking about serious business. And you? Do you even hear yourself right now?"
