892 Zhao Yu's Wait

When he heard the harsh siren, the agitated Zhao Yu put down the curtain and walked back to his desk. He flicked a glance at the young strategist sitting there, hesitated, wanting to say something.

But he opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't say anything, because he didn't know what he should ask; he was just purely irritable and didn't know what was best to do.

He had been in this state ever since the beginning, because he didn't know whether the operation would be successful or what would happen next.

He didn't know whether the people he had sent out had completed their task, nor did he know why the sirens outside were incessantly blaring.

Even if Crown Prince Zhao Ji wasn't assassinated, outside it would still be chaotic at this moment and it wouldn't quiet down for a long time.