How About The Two of Us Make A Deal?

In the Jinluan Hall late at night.

The candles burning on the high-necked golden crane furnace on both sides brought about endless bright light.

The doors and windows of the hall were tightly shut, making the place so stuffy that it'd bring about a wisp of bloody wind.

Gu Yihan sat on the dragon throne while Gu Nuo'er sat obediently on her father's knee, her small hand fiddling with the jade seal on the table.

At the foot of the white jade steps in front of them were the imperial guards who were lined up in an orderly manner.

In the middle, the assassin from before was kneeling.

His hind leg had been stabbed by the white tiger's sharp teeth and was bleeding profusely.

The man in black was forced to kneel on the ground. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain without saying a word.

Eunuch Chunshou interrogated him for a long time but couldn't get the assassin to say who had instructed him to come.