In Concubine Qian's eyes, Morse was drifting away, his footsteps echoing as she trembled from head to toe. She watched him approach the bedside of Ni Ni Layan, her mind racing.
She thought she finally understood the girl's identity. Could all this chaos...the death of Elder Wen Yuan's, the destruction...have been part of his grand design?
"I swear... when he returns... when he comes back, you will never see a peaceful day again," she hissed inwardly.
She was referring to the Patriarch, Feng. She had been told two days ago that he had departed on a journey, just as everyone else was told...that he was attending some high-level meeting. She had no inkling of the truth... and in truth, she didn't deserve to know.
"Heh... He's not coming back,"
Morse muttered coldly.
