Before they knew it, a torrential downpour had descended, shrouding all of Xinping County behind a curtain of rain.
There was scarcely a soul to be seen in the streets and alleys. Thunder boomed, and lightning flashed in and out amid the thick black clouds overhead.
Meng Zhao wore a fitted white inner robe beneath a light azure gauze gown. With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood before the open window, watching the wind, rain, thunder, and lightning outside, his fingers never ceasing to roll the Buddhist beads in his hand.
And he was doing so at an extremely rapid pace, utterly unlike his usual composed manner.
His sword-like brows were tightly knitted together, while his deep, sea-dark eyes unconsciously carried a hint of gloom and chill.
Behind him, Shi Jie had set up a game of chess for himself. Holding a chess manual in one hand, he replayed the moves against himself with great enjoyment. Catching sight of Meng Zhao's behavior by chance, he smiled and said,
"Meng boy, your heart is in disarray. Looks like you're worried about Bai Yang. You fear he only put on a show, and that once he escapes your control and returns to Hu Yingming's side, he'll turn his face and deny all ties, right?"
Meng Zhao did not turn around. His cool voice drifted over.
"That's right.
When he saw no hope of survival, he would naturally think of his wife and children and submit to my control.
But once he was out of danger, his wife and children would no longer be so important to him.
As long as he lived, he could marry more wives and father more sons.
I fear he truly is wolf-hearted and dog-lunged enough to go that far. If so, then this time, I