Han Yu tilted his head slightly after giving his statement.
"Does that not sound like the work of someone who planned such destruction?"
Silence dropped into the room like a stone sinking into deep water. Qing Luan's breath hitched. Her fingers dug into her skirt, veins bulging in her arms.
Fen Dugong and Fen Ziyue stared at Han Yu with wide, shaken eyes. They had suspected foul play, but hearing the truth spoken so bluntly broke something in their hearts too.
Qing Luan's voice trembled as she whispered.
"So it was her… all along."
Han Yu let his voice turn colder.
"She destroyed your mother's reputation. She destroyed your mother's clan. She isolated you, threatened you, and tried to kill you. All so that her own children would inherit everything. She has most likely killed your mother too. Just think about it."
Qing Luan's jaw clenched so hard her teeth creaked.
