White Jade Wine Cup was almost spinning on the red sandalwood table, and the bottom of the cup rubbed against the hardwood, making a sound similar to fine sand grinding over porcelain.
This sound was extremely soft, but it drew a clear line in the box filled with blood and rouge.
Fang Mo lowered his eyes, his gaze did not fall on the wine glass, but on the wet wine stain on his fingertips.
The dandy energy that he had before, along with the cynical smile, were all under his skin now.
There was neither the clarity of Clear Distinction nor the frivolous heat of youth in those eyes, only a heart-stopping depth, just like the black rocks under the sea after low tide, hard and sharp.
"The news, who gave it to me?"
The pronunciation of the characters is very light, without any smoke or smoke.
But Li Mingyue, who was sitting opposite, felt that the air around her was a little sticky, like the chest-suffocating air pressure before a heavy rain. She straightened her back subconsciously and pressed her right hand on the hem of Flying Fish Robe's knees, her knuckles turning slightly white.
"Demon Suppression Division's channel." Li Mingyue met Fang Mo's gaze, his voice still as cold as it should be, "We also learned about it by accident."
"By chance?"
Fang Mo stopped turning the wine glass and leaned forward slightly.
The Blood Fiend Qi that White Tiger Hall had just fed with human life, mixed with the smell of alcohol that had not dissipated, rushed towards Li Mingyue's door.
"How can there be so many coincidences in this world? Lei Heng just died, White Tiger Hall just changed owners, Palace's Imperial Decree just arrived, and you are talking about my damn father's grave. Lord Li, isn't this a coincidence of yours?"
Li Mingyue Silence.
She looked at the former little jailer in front of her, and the feeling of powerlessness surged into her heart again.
I used to think he was a scoundrel, but now I realize that he is not only a scoundrel, but also a very careful lunatic who is extremely difficult to fool.
"It's an informant." Li Mingyue finally relaxed. She turned her head and avoided Fang Mo's eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. "I can't say the specific identity. This is the iron rule of Demon Suppression Division."
"Informant?" Fang Mo sneered, tapping his fingers on the table in an impatient rhythm, "What strength? Where is your position? Who are you loyal to? This hidden informant is a person or a ghost. Neither you nor I have seen it. Just based on Imperial Household's origin, you want me to dig up my ancestral grave?"
"Li Mingyue, if you don't even have this bit of sincerity, then let's stop talking. Although I, Fang Mo, cherish my life, I don't want to be used as a weapon to fill my life in a daze."
This barrage of questions made Li Mingyue speechless for a moment. She didn't expect that Fang Mo would respond so quickly and not give her a chance to deal with it vaguely.
"...Imperial Household."
Li Mingyue hesitated for a moment and squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
"Our informant can only tell you that he is from Imperial Household. As for loyalty..." She paused and her tone became firm, "There is no need to question this. The news that that person paid for with his life has never been missed."
Fang Mo's fingers tapping on the table stopped in mid-air.
Imperial Household.
Imperial Palace deep.
The water was murkier than he thought.
If the source of the news is really inside the red wall and yellow tiles, then this matter is not a simple feud or official strife.
"Imperial Household..."
Fang Mo murmured to himself, with a sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth,
"Then have you ever confirmed whether this information was heard by the informant who tried his best to find out, or was someone deliberately spreading this bait, just waiting for you, a group of self-righteous Demon Suppression Division fools, to bite the hook and then catch me as a fish?"
Li Mingyue glanced at Fang Mo in surprise.
She grew up in Demon Suppression Division and was used to intrigues, but she never expected that a jailer's son who grew up in a dark corner like Heavenly Prison would have such a keen sense of the situation.
"We have suspected it." Li Mingyue shook his head with a solemn expression, "But this matter is of great importance. Whether someone deliberately set up a trap or it is true, we need to confirm it. Once something goes wrong on Mass Grave's side, the consequences are not something you and I can bear."
"Consequences?" Fang Mo leaned back in his chair and waved his hand half-heartedly, "I only know that it is my father's grave. The rest is none of my business."
He picked up the cool tea and took a sip to moisten his dry throat.
"However, I am very curious." Fang Mo put down the tea cup and turned his eyes around Li Mingyue's face, "You are Demon Suppression Division Battalion Commander, I am Punishment Department Hundred Households. After all, in the eyes of those big shots, we are just two watchdogs. Even if I have just been promoted, I am essentially just a slightly stronger jailer. This is obviously a Big Pit thing, why do you have to take me with you?"
Li Mingyue took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell, as if he was making an extremely difficult decision.
She knew that this extremely selfish man would never step into Burial Ground if he didn't give a reason that could convince Fang Mo.
"Because you are the son of Fang Dashan."
"That's it?" Fang Mo raised his eyebrows.
"That's it." Li Mingyue nodded.
Fang Mo stared at her for a long time and suddenly smiled.
There was no warmth in that laughter, only a biting chill.