"If the Ghost Face is a Western Desert person, it's not surprising," Ye Yiheng said. "Could the person behind it be that princess?"
Leng Yu Yan nodded, "Very likely. That person hates the Tiansheng Imperial Family, so such actions aren't surprising."
At this point, Ling Lang asked, "So how can I help Consort Xian deliver the message?"
Ye Yiheng glanced at him, "What are you thinking?"
Ling Lang said, "If I fail to help Consort Xian deliver the message, then Consort Xian will know I'm an imposter."
Ye Yiheng shook his head, eyed him, and said nothing.
Leng Yu Yan sighed, "Ling Lang, since the Ghost Face couldn't help Consort Xian deliver the message in time, Consort Xian's plan can only be delayed. Even if she later discovers the message wasn't delivered promptly, it doesn't matter. The Ghost Face is dead; what's the harm in letting Consort Xian know this?"
