"No need for your concern, Chen Qianhu."
Time slipped away bit by bit. The spies of Xique Pavilion had long since set up their arrangements, poised and patient, while Du Juan could hear Chen Yi's breathing growing heavier and faster.
He seemed to be inching closer from behind Du Juan, step by step, pressing forward.
Suddenly, Du Juan turned her head and sneered:
"Can't hide anymore, can you?"
In her eyes flickered a glimmer of "just as expected."
"What?"
"Your murderous intent has spilled out; your hand is already gripping the knife handle. Seems like Chen Qianhu, loyal and devoted to the Heavenly Family, has at some point defected to the banners of the Prince of Annan."
Du Juan's tone was full of mockery.
The surrounding crowd, upon hearing this, alerted themselves immediately. Hands moved to their weapons, each stepping back half a step, opening a distance from Chen Yi.
Yet Du Juan continued speaking leisurely:
