The other man turned sharply towards the soldier, making him flinch. His eyes, dark and bottomless, burned with a murderous glint, as though weighing the soldier's worth in mere moments. The intensity of his gaze could cut through bone.
"What do you mean? What are you saying?" His voice was low but sharp, a blade poised at the soldier's throat.
The soldier gulped but steadied himself. "Think about it, my lord. She is the only woman, apart from the palace maids, who was with the prince at the time. After the fire broke out, all the maids were sent away before them. When they walked toward the hideout, it was just the two of them. And when the ambush happened, there were no guards, no servants. Even Wei Ling and Deng Mi were not present. Only the Seventh Consort was there with him. Doesn't it only make sense that the woman we've been searching for is none other than Hua Jing?"
