So, he is dangerous...

The Prime Minister nodded, his smile sharp and calculating. "Very much so. It is quite evident to anyone who observes."

She shifted her weight slightly, wishing desperately to end the conversation. Her instincts told her this man was dangerous.

The way he carried himself, the way he spoke—everything about him screamed trouble.

And the nagging feeling in her gut whispered that he might have been behind the attack they had narrowly survived.

If the men she had left behind at the ambush site had somehow survived, they might have reported back to him.

That would explain his pointed interest in her now. Her heart thumped uncomfortably in her chest, but she kept her expression calm and composed.

Prime Minister Gu seemed content to let the conversation end there.

He gestured behind him, where a luxurious carriage rolled forward, its golden embellishments gleaming in the sunlight.