Qi Wuya had been waiting for a while for Han Mo to finish his sentence but eventually asked, "Hmm? What were you trying to say?"
Han Mo bowed his head, sighing softly, "It's nothing."
Qi Wuya surmised that what he said was not what he wanted to hear and did not press further.
No one understood his feelings for Sang Yan.
Her virtues and shortcomings were not for others to comment on.
He regained his composure and returned to the matter at hand, "Are there guards assigned to those Princes?"
To say 'guard' was actually a euphemism for surveillance.
If possible, he would have liked to kill them all.
Unfortunately, they were not to be killed, for the time being.
"Mr. Jiu, rest assured. Someone is keeping an eye on all of them."
