Ling Hua sighed, "Alas, if Yan Qing doesn't take action, relying solely on Yun Luo and the Hidden Guards, they wouldn't be a match for the chief of the Eastern Palace's secret division."
She had already experienced it.
After all, to ensure a foolproof assassination, the Eastern Palace's secret division would certainly mobilize their full force, and her own manpower was already insufficient.
She wilted for a while, looking at Yan Qing's cold face, she also felt that she was perhaps being a bit unreasonable. He, a proud man, being asked to disguise as a woman, was indeed too absurd; she resolutely dismissed the idea of killing the chief of the secret division, "Brother, don't be angry anymore, it was my fault, I was overstepping."
Yan Qing snorted coldly, "You realize your mistake?"
"I do."
"That quickly?"
Ling Hua nodded, speaking guiltily, "I was eager for quick success and instant benefits, my thoughts were improper, brother, forgive me."
