In the afternoon, Bei Ji sat halfway up on the bed, shirtless, his expression dark and heavy. Every time the woman behind him touched his skin, it felt as though it were stirring up the suppressed emotions roiling within him.
"The people who snatched the body—they were Baili Moyan’s men, weren't they?" Shu He asked softly, as if afraid to disturb something.
Bei Ji’s eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded. "Judging by their martial arts and attire, they were very similar to the dead soldiers who came to assassinate me last night."
Chapter 247