Xiao Yingyue seemed afraid that the others would not believe her. A brocade pouch appeared in her fair, slender jade hand.
As the pouch opened, a Butterfly Fire Moth emitting a faint glow flew out. It was palm-sized, its wings fluttering through the air.
Tiny specks like stardust scattered down. Even in broad daylight, they were exceptionally clear.
"With this Butterfly Fire Moth, we can find the whereabouts of that assassin, Lin Fan," she explained. Beneath her Veiled Hat, her beautiful face remained especially calm and composed.
She had kept this backup plan for two reasons: first, to help Lin Fan escape after being exposed; second, in case Lin Fan failed to keep his promise and regretted it afterward, so that she would have a means to track him down.
The Prime Minister's Manor had its hands and eyes everywhere, with informants spread across every land.
Though Lin Fan was no ordinary man and possessed many secrets, escaping the Prime Minister's Manor's pursuit would be harder than climbing to heaven. She could not help but keep an extra card up her sleeve.
Moreover, both the Butterfly Fire Moth and Butterfly Glow Grass had been raised by her own hand. She was not worried that Lin Fan would notice them.
Jiang Lan swept an interested glance over the Butterfly Fire Moth.
"You are clever and quick-witted, miss. A fine method indeed. I hope you are not lying to me."
"If you are, the consequences will be very serious."
He smiled faintly, naturally not believing Xiao Yingyue's one-sided account.
As the Grand Elder of Medicine King Valley, even if she had lost her cultivation, how could her medical and poison arts, refined to the pinnacle of perfection, possibly leave her at the mercy of a gravely wounded, immobile Lin Fan?
That excuse