Dignity, or Being Made Dignified (3)

If the Hundred Yue Assassin Group were here.

This kind of dirty, exhausting work could be handed over to them.

After all, they were already people from a fallen state—a band of desperate fugitives with nowhere left to turn. From a fugitive's perspective, charging into Han Yu's residence and killing Han Yu would tell the King of Han and the Han Kingdom that Baiyue's surviving people had not been wiped out, that they were still resisting. Han Yu's death would stab at King An of Han's heart, indirectly telling him: however you slaughtered Baiyue's people back then, that was how I would slaughter your Han Kingdom's people now. Perhaps you did not care about the common people under your rule, but if your own son died because of it, could you really remain completely indifferent?

Besides, taking a step back, Han Yu's death would mean that King An of Han's other children were no longer safe either—especially the Crown Prince. Anyone who was not an idiot could understand that, and naturally, King An of Han could as well. It would indirectly clear Nightfall of suspicion.

That was why Lady Mingzhu found it regrettable.

Because she knew the Hundred Yue Assassin Group's current whereabouts.

The Hundred Yue Assassin Group had already submitted to Quicksand.

During yesterday's conversation with Han Fei, both sides had spoken almost completely openly.

Though being schemed against felt stifling.

They had been outmatched, so there was nothing to say.

Lady Mingzhu was not someone who could not accept defeat.

Neither was Bai Yifei.

It was simply that the people they served were different.

Bai Yifei and Lady Mingzhu had clearly joined Ye Qingcang's camp, while the Hundred Yue Assassin Group had been divided among Han Fei and the others. A technical talent like the Hundred Poisons King