The land of Dongyang, flowing with silver and blood.
The night sky of Xuanzhu County, nurturing conspiracies and deceit.
While Qing Lan was laughing and hugging Le Yu, chatting and touching her, in this luxurious tavern named 'Tide Wind Pavilion', a dozen men were weaving a vast net covering Xuanzhu County under the dim lights.
After hearing their 'arrogant' remarks, Qin Leyin's face remained unchanged, showing neither surprise nor fear, and he countered, "You should know that I've been quite close to Jing Zhengwei recently; you could almost say that I'm part of his faction."
"Even with the matter of Jing Zhengwu, the two of us remain as close as brothers, sincerely collaborating. Regardless of public or private matters, I fully support Jing Zhengwei."
"Why do you think I would join you instead of leaking your plans to Jing Zhengwei?"
