Turning to look at Sha Ying, Yu Zhao explained, "Among that dowry, there was a bronze mirror that had been passed down for generations in the Lin Clan."
"In the past, it was kept within the Lin Clan. Without the Lin Clan's patriarch's permission, nobody could see it. But that year, for some reason, the patriarch of the Lin Clan suddenly gave it to the bride as part of her dowry."
Speaking until here, the corner of Yu Zhao's lips curved up slightly.
He paused for a moment, then asked with a hint of curiosity in his cold voice, "Sha Ying, do you think this is a coincidence—or something predetermined?"
The moment he asked this, realization flashed across Sha Ying's eyes. "Master, you mean—!"
Although he didn't finish his sentence, Yu Zhao knew what he wanted to say.
Turning to look at the sea of clouds before him, Yu Zhao muttered regretfully, "If I had been strong enough at that time, maybe she wouldn't have died."
Hearing this, Sha Ying fell into silence.
