Lǚ Huìqīng’s fingertips tapped against the stone table at an abruptly quickened rhythm, sending tiny ripples dancing across the tea in his cup. The Yue Mansion's "eggs" were hidden across three baskets: the ironclad evidence of the corpses sunk in Jizhou Port, the warhorse trade on Shamen Island, and the network of forged Ordination Certificates at Puji Temple.
If he wanted to force them to proactively gather their forces, the only way was to stage the illusion of "destroying evidence" right here in Bianjing City. The more desperate the Yue Mansion was to silence witnesses, the more they would expose their final trump card.
Yet Lady Cao was, after all, a wretch capable of "selling her own daughter for glory." That kind of frantic panic was simply beyond her nature.
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