At the same time, Bei Mo was at home, raging furiously. He slammed the table, causing the teacups on it to rattle, terrifying the servants standing nearby, who dared not even breathe heavily.

"They actually dare to kill my men!"

The men sent out had been missing for three hours, only to have their bodies dug up in the wilderness. Whoever dared kill his people was clearly provoking him! If he could bear this, what kind of man would he be?

"Mo’er, I think we should let it go. The Princess doesn’t like you; you can’t force things that can’t be forced."

The speaker was Bei Mo’s father, Bei Lang, about sixty years old, with graying hair and a face full of wrinkles. He sat at the head position, playing with a translucent jade cup, speaking with a tone full of heartfelt advice.

"Father, we can’t just let it go," Bei Mo said. "I’ve been pursuing her for so many years and have invested a lot, yet she won’t even spare me a glance. I can’t swallow this grievance. It’s true that I like her, but more than that, I want to use her to stabilize our Bei Family’s position because her status is extraordinary. Besides, Father, you should know that in a few years, you’ll be retiring, and then the position of General will have to be surrendered. Now, Mr. President’s intentions are clear; he wants to promote other capable people after you retire, and not me. If that’s really the case, our Bei Family’s status will be at risk. These years, we’ve offended quite a few people and have many strong opponents; once we’re out, what will we use to resist?"

"Though what you say is true, a forced melon is not sweet," Bei Lang sighed and said. "You also know the Princess is betrothed to the Shi Family; even if she breaks off with other men, we can never compete with the Shi Family. Mo’er, it’s better to give up early."

"What else does the Shi Family have besides a bit of money?" Bei Mo laughed disdainfully, "I, even by myself, could overturn the Shi Family."

"Mo’er, some things mustn’t be said carelessly," Bei Lang’s expression became stern, speaking in a deep voice, "Don’t underestimate the Shi Family; they might seem to be businesspeople on the surface, but their background is very powerful."

"How powerful?" Bei Mo asked.

"Powerful to an unimaginable extent." Bei Lang sighed deeply, looked at Bei Mo, and said, "Mo’er, I think you might have heard of an organization called the ’Charming Nine Sect.’"

"Charming Nine Sect?" Bei Mo indeed had some impression of this organization, but he had never paid attention to it, so he wasn’t really familiar and thus asked, "What about this organization?"

"It’s an assassin organization," Bei Lang said. "Twenty years ago, this organization had hundreds of thousands of assassins; by today, the number of killings has expanded at least triple. That means the Charming Nine Sect now has over three hundred thousand assassins, and all these assassins are the elite of the elites."

Saying this, Bei Lang’s expression became even more solemn, "The founder of Charming Nine Sect is Shi Mei, Shi Aoju’s father’s own brother and another formidable figure of the Shi Family. So far, he is the only one capable of opposing the country. Therefore, compared to the Shi Family, our Bei Family is but a negligible existence."

Bei Mo fell silent, though he hadn’t investigated this matter, his father’s expression was enough to show that his words were true, without any deception.