Aunt Li said, "You, as a young lady, can come find me when you go into town in the future. Having me along provides company."
"After all, even monks are capable of murder, it's not peaceful."
The first part was inconsequential, but the latter caught Ming Yan's attention. She turned her head, lightly furrowing her delicate brows, and asked, "Monks murdering people? Who did they kill?"
"You might not know, but it's the renowned monks from Longhua Temple in Capital City. Unexpectedly, one of them is an assassin, sent to assassinate the current Emperor. Well, he's scheduled to be executed publicly on the second of February. Alas, think about it, what deep hatred could a monk have with the Emperor that he'd go that far? Why abandon being a proper monk and instead gamble his life away?"
It was Li Zhuangnian, Uncle Li, who spoke, his tone filled with regret.
