The matter was too important; Li Yuzong had to confirm. "Princely Heir," he asked, "when you say 'her'… are you referring to Lady Zhang or Doctor Ji?"
Zhao Mingyan's gaze was as sharp as an arrow. "What would you think about moving a Xijin spy into the tent next to the commander-in-chief's?"
Li Yuzong choked on his words and muttered under his breath, "But didn't the Princely Heir just suspect Doctor Ji was in league with that Xijin spy, Lady Zhang?"
Zhao Mingyan shot him a cold glance.
Feeling a chill run down his spine, Li Yuzong clutched his neck and made a hasty retreat.
Zhao Mingyan placed the letter in a secret lockbox. At the very bottom of the box lay a small, sky-blue revolving vase.
He took the small bottle out, turning it over in his hand. After finding it that night, he had, for some unknown reason, placed it in the box with his secret correspondence and other important items. He hadn't taken it out since.
