The old man fell into the pool of blood, a dagger stuck in his abdomen.
Leaning slowly against the corner of the table, he sat down on the ground, listening to the hurried footsteps outside, his eyes bloodshot and malevolent.
"...Yan Wanqing, tell me, how do you intend to break this game..."
Yan Wanqing's forward steps halted midway.
Peach-blossom eyes slightly narrowed, she let out an incredulous snort of laughter after a long while.
"So this is the real reason you summoned me tonight."
"...Indeed, the older the ginger, the spicier it gets. Qin Jun, you're ruthless..."
She thought of many scenarios and how to deal with them, but she never anticipated that Qin Jun would hang himself to frame her.
A person who lives to eighty certainly cherishes his life.
"For the sake of Qin Erya, you could go to such lengths... Is that position really so desirable?"
