"Your Majesty, we will arrive at Yu Capital tomorrow. Under the Emperor's feet, perhaps Wu Zhen wouldn't dare to be too audacious," Lan Yi said, warming the wine and handing it to me.

"So, the old Taoist indeed mentioned another assassin?" Ling Su flipped through the small booklet and examined it carefully.

"Hmm." I nodded.

"I found it. I have it recorded here. There is indeed another assassin, but because he has never made a move, or perhaps everyone who has seen him has already died, no information has been left behind."

Ling Su helplessly shrugged her shoulders.

"No matter. He will appear sooner or later."

I picked up the wine and finished it in one gulp.

Actually, I didn't have such a good relationship with alcohol before because my eldest brother was taking care of me. He said that alcohol is something to be enjoyed in moderation, excessive drinking harms the body. I was young at the time and shouldn't indulge in alcohol.

Now that he's gone and no one is stopping me, I drink a lot more.

"Ahem."

Ling Su looked around and cleared her throat, whispering, "Are the eyes of the Giant Eye Clan all special? I've broadened my horizons these days. Your left eye can create fire, and your right eye can summon heavenly thunder. It's truly remarkable."

I looked up at her, her silhouette hazy, and she seemed ethereal, like a person in a dream.

I nodded and continued to drink.

I couldn't tell her that I didn't actually want these eyes.

"Why are your eyes always covered with silk? Is it inconvenient for you to see?"

What's gotten into this little girl today? Why is she fixated on my eyes?

"No, I'm used to it. Since I was eight, I burned my father with these eyes, and after my mother gouged out one of my eyes, I started covering them."

"Then, where did the bug in your right eye that can emit electricity come from?"

She leaned in front of me, as if she really wanted to touch my eyes, her breath spraying on my face, tickling me.

"It crawled out of my father's ashes."

I turned my face to the side, feeling a slight warmth in my ears, and uncomfortably picked up the wine glass and left the cabin.

Why doesn't this girl have any sense of tact?

"Let's talk about the National Teacher, Jiang Shang," I changed the topic.

Lan Yi also disappeared somewhere, and the atmosphere was truly awkward.