Stepping Slowly Two

"This is really enough. I don't know what on earth those two saw in this kid Huang Jing. Royal concubine, royal concubine—in this day and age, even if one really becomes a royal concubine, what of it?" Yuan Jikong looked toward the direction where his two younger sisters had left, a bitter smile in his heart.

Lifting a cup of wine, he was about to drain it in one gulp when a flash of red shadow suddenly reflected within the wine in the cup.

His expression abruptly shifted slightly, and he set down the wine cup.

"Why are you people here? I said it's not urgent right now!"

Without knowing when it happened, a middle-aged man wearing red robes had appeared inside the private room.

The man gently and mildly closed the door, returning to sit down opposite Yuan Jikong.

"The higher-ups cannot wait any longer. Yuan Jikong, even if you don't consider others, you should think of your father. Moon King is acting against the natural order, and his downfall is only a matter of time. When that happens, won't it be a matter of course for your father to be identified as part of his faction and purged?"

"Now is your chance to redeem yourself through meritorious service." The man in red robes smiled.

"I administered the poison too, but it hasn't worked up until now; what can I do? That Huang Jing must have had some hidden expert discover it and help him escape a calamity. Now that he's gone to practice some Dao, he was undoubtedly given guidance by someone and is hiding far away," Yuan Jikong said in a muffled, sullen voice.

He didn't care about spilling such a huge secret; anyway, whenever this man in red robes appeared, the surrounding area would always be