“Overwhelming evidence leaves no room for denial or evasion.”
Bai Tian’s voice rang out clear and resolute, his posture as straight and proud as a young poplar tree. In his more than ten years of life, this was undoubtedly his shining moment.
Unlike him, his parents were not sharp-edged or outspoken, yet they had always stood firmly by his side, showing their unconditional support through their actions.
Master Bai was a somewhat well-fed middle-aged man with kind eyes and a benevolent smile. Holding a jade Ruyi scepter inlaid with gold, he resembled a joyous God of Wealth.
As soon as his son finished speaking, he immediately followed with a hearty laugh, skillfully diffusing the tension with a tone both humble and dignified. “Third Master Qi, my son has been impetuous. I must admit, my foolish boy lacks understanding—roaming out late at night, inciting a group of friends to sneak out and venture into the Zangmu Forest in search of the Qiongqi.”
At this point, Third Master Qi’s expression darkened sharply. “You went to the Zangmu Forest?”
“That’s right,” Bai Tian declared loudly. “There’s a teleportation array hidden deep within the Zangmu Forest that leads directly to the Qi family estate. Thanks to Miss Tian Xin’s guidance, we were able to uncover the truth and rescue those abducted villagers.”
Master Bai stroked his long beard, joining in harmony with his son. “Third Master Qi, a lingering vengeful spirit has haunted the Zangmu Forest for years. She accuses you of harboring monstrous beasts, abducting villagers, and orchestrating the downfall of the Tong family—a dark scheme behind the Qiongqi disaster all those years ago. What do you have to say to these accusations?”
“Baseless nonsense about vengeful spirits!” Third Master Qi flatly denied. “Master Bai, based solely on your son’s one-sided account, you intend to storm into the Qi estate and make demands? Forgive my frankness, but the Bai family’s blind indulgence of your children, without distinguishing right from wrong, is hardly proper parenting.”
“Parenting?”
Before Master Bai could respond, Madam Bai’s delicate brows knitted tightly in anger as she snapped coldly, “Third Master Qi, it’s better if you hadn’t mentioned it. But now that you have, I must say a few words.”
“Back then, when I tried to arrange a marriage for my Tian’er, you were constantly making excuses—claiming Bai Tian was too good for your Yu Wei, and that pairing with Xinlei was like a toad trying to eat a swan. Indeed, your Qi family’s parenting is impeccable. Compared to your daughter, my precious son is—well, not worth the dirt under your feet.”
Though her words sounded like compliments, her tone was dripping with sharp sarcasm. Sensing the hostility, Third Master Qi was about to retort when Madam Bai turned her head away, lifting her chin with disdain. “Bring them out. Let Third Master Qi have a good look at the prodigious daughters your parenting has produced.”
The crowd parted to reveal a path, and several Bai disciples in sapphire blue robes stepped forward, pushing out two disheveled, dirt-smudged girls bound tightly together by Immortal Binding Ropes.
These two girls were none other than Qi Xinlei and Qi Yu Wei, captured earlier in the stone chamber.
Now both fully conscious, they looked at each other with burning hatred, as if they wanted to tear one another apart, yet the binding ropes held them inseparably close—like conjoined twins, impossible to separate.
Qi Xinlei, always spoiled and headstrong, could not bear such humiliation. She spat disdainfully at Qi Yu Wei, “You wretch! I treated you well, and this is how you repay me?”
“Good intentions mean nothing in your heart, sister,” Qi Yu Wei retorted bitterly.
Since the mask was already torn off, Qi Yuwei no longer bothered to pretend in front of her. She sneered coldly and shot back, “You hand me your worn-out clothes and tired old jewelry like charity to a beggar—how is that being kind to me? We’re both daughters of the Qi family, so why am I only allowed to trail behind you, picking up what you leave behind, what you don’t want? Am I just a dog for you, the eldest Miss Qi?”
“That’s just your fate,” Qi Xinlei snapped sharply.
“Your mother was nothing but a mortal who couldn’t cultivate, just a simple village woman. What right do you have to compare yourself to me? My mother is magnanimous—she took you in to care for you. Yet here you are, an ungrateful white-eyed wolf.”
Qi Yuwei was hit where it hurt. A flash of rancor flickered across her brows. “True, when it comes to being born into this world, I can’t compare to my sister. But apart from that, what else do you have over me?”
Qi Xinlei, humiliated and furious, retorted, “So what if you’re inferior? Father already said I’m to marry a Young Master of Lingxiao City. All I need to do is dress up pretty and please him. As for you, you’re nothing more than a pawn married into the Bai family, a piece in Father’s game to consolidate power. You’re hopeless, Qi Yuwei—you madwoman, how dare you bite me?”
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, the sisters tore into each other shamelessly, as if no one else existed. The onlookers watched with relish, thoroughly entertained.
Qi Yuwei, furious to the point of hatred and utterly despairing, no longer bothered to shield their father. She spilled all his schemes without holding back. Qi Xinlei, empty-headed, kept repeating “Father said this” and “Father said that,” proving once again how poorly the Qi family raised their daughters. The whole scene was like a public execution.
Originally, Shu Fu came seeking revenge, and the Bai family aimed to uphold justice. But with the sisters’ brawl, the whole deadly atmosphere dropped several notches, turning into a neighborhood soap opera.
To make matters worse, Jiang Xuesheng even conjured a teapot, pouring tea for himself, Shu Fu, and Liu Ruyi, inviting Liu Ruyi to sit down and watch the show together.
Bai Tian, rare to feel a moment of triumph, shuddered when he heard Qi Xinlei repeatedly say “Qi Yuwei is going to marry into the Bai family.” He grabbed Madam Bai’s arm and exclaimed, “Mother, this can’t be! I’d rather remain alone for life than be bound to a poisonous snake.”
Madam Bai patted his hand reassuringly. “Silly boy, it’s all because your mother was too trusting before. Don’t worry, we’re not here for matchmaking this time.” She raised an eyebrow, a cold glint flickering beneath her eyelids. “We’re here to crash the party.”
Meanwhile, the so-called “Young Master of Lingxiao City,” Ling Xiyue, pressed a hand against his forehead, his face turning a shade of green.
You must understand, Lingxiao City has three young masters. The eldest, Ling Fengqing, is arrogant and aloof, with enough mistresses to form a choir, but very few concubines at home. He surely wouldn’t care about a daughter from a small family.
The youngest, Ling Fengming, is still a toddler—a wild child who needs a nanny, not a wife.
If Lingxiao City really wanted to win over the Qi family by taking Qi Xinlei in marriage, it would likely fall to him, the second young master, to share her bed.
Ling Xiyue glanced at Qi Xinlei, who was rolling on the ground in full tantrum, and felt his eyes sting painfully. Hastily, he turned his head away.
No, this really won’t do.
Even if one must endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, this is just too much.
To avoid this mess, it’s best to just kill Third Master Qi as soon as possible.
And so, with the spectacular performance of the Qi sisters, the scene descended into utter chaos, which surprisingly eased the previously tense atmosphere a little.
Third Master Qi wanted to stop his daughters, but he was already overwhelmed. Just Master Bai’s barrage of accusations had him sweating cold, not to mention the furious elder brother before him, a vengeful Miss Tong, and Master Tanhua, who seemed to be enjoying the spectacle.
It’s over.
With Master Bai taking the lead, other ambitious minor families also grew bold, chiming in one after another.
“Yes, my son saw it too. Those mortals all look pale and gaunt, barely coherent. They’ve clearly been subjected to inhuman torture. Third Master Qi, Third Master, you must give us an explanation.”
“My daughter came home scared sick and is still trembling in bed.”
“My daughter told me herself—Qi Yuwei is heartless, even harming her own sisters. From now on, who in the neighboring villages will dare associate with the women of the Qi family?”
“My Little Rou was bitten badly by the Jade Rabbit of Qiongzhi in the Zangmu Forest. That wound will surely leave a scar. Third Master Qi, is this another trap you set?”
Shu Fu: “”
No, this really isn’t true.
To be honest, Shu Fu was just as stunned inside at this moment.
She had anticipated this scene when she sent Bai Tian home to complain, but she hadn’t expected Master Bai to be so doting on his son, accepting his accusations without a shred of doubt, even going so far as to summon a group of closely allied minor families overnight to storm the Qi residence and demand answers—so much so that Jiang Xuesheng was completely upstaged.
Meanwhile, on the other side:
Jiang Xuesheng: “Come, have some tea.”
Liu Ruyi: “To our little junior sister.”
Jiang Xuesheng: “The tea from Bailu Mountain is indeed good, though a bit mild in flavor.”
Liu Ruyi: “Sir, would you like some snacks?”
Shu Fu: “”
You two really have too much free time.
“”
Seeing the situation hopeless, Third Master Qi’s knees gave way, and he was the first to kneel before the Qi clan leader.
His voice trembling, he said, “Big Brother, I’m sorry. I was forced into this. It’s Lingxiao City—it’s Lingxiao City that’s forcing me.”
“Ahem, ahem.”
Shu Fu choked on her tea again, once more shocked by this man’s shameless act.
As for the representative from Lingxiao City, Elder Kongtong’s face was as black as a pot bottom, clearly struggling to suppress his anger, ready to explode at any moment. Ling Xiyue, wearing a forced smile that didn’t reach her eyes, quietly muttered, “I knew it,” completely ignoring Third Master Qi’s performance.
Qi Feng was trembling with rage, veins bulging on the back of his hand as he drew his sword and pressed it against Third Master Qi’s neck. “Good, good, you really are my good brother.”
But before he could strike, a tall figure in white stepped forward, standing between Qi Feng and Third Master Qi.
“Father, Third Uncle, you’ve managed the Qi family for so many years. Even if you have no merits, you certainly have your hardships. Why must you drive him to ruin?”
That figure was none other than Qi Yuxuan, Jiang Ruoshui’s fiancé and the original male lead.
Shu Fu glanced at him and immediately made the exact same “eyesore” expression as Ling Xiyue.
Damn this arranged marriage!
Before she could even be killed by the vicious villainess, the male lead was about to kill her instead.
Unaware of her feelings, the male lead’s gaze was full of struggle and reluctance as he pleaded with his father, “Father, your son doesn’t understand what wrong Third Uncle and my sister have done to make you so furious. But Third Uncle is your own brother from the same mother, and the two sisters grew up with me—we’re as close as siblings. No matter how serious the matter, can’t you give them a chance to live?”
“Young Master Qi, you are magnanimous indeed.”
Shu Fu couldn’t stand it anymore. Holding back the urge to spit in his face, she spoke up, “I wonder if the dozens of lives lost in my family mean anything to Young Master Qi?”
From what she remembered, in the original story, this male lead was also a relentless protector—not of the heroine, but of his own family and his white moonlight.
Shu Fu couldn’t recall if there was a “Third Master Qi” in the original. If not, then most likely he was too low-ranking and had already been taken out by Jiang Xuesheng before the story began.
But even without Third Master Qi, there were Second Aunt Qi, Little Sister Qi, Old Lady Qi, and an endless procession of uncles, aunts, cousins, and nephews. The heroine not only had to fight against terrible relatives on her own side but also against the nightmare in-laws—a never-ending cycle of troubles, even more exhausting than a typical household power struggle.
As for the male lead, he naturally wavered between the heroine and his family, torn and tortured, as if his life depended on it.
But Shu Fu was a rebellious spirit among young girls—she didn’t feel the heartbreak at all, only pure frustration, wanting to take them all down.
Qi Yuxuan hadn’t caught the earlier conversation and didn’t expect to meet Shu Fu in such a setting. He was surprised, “Miss, how come you’re here? When you said ‘dozens of lives in your family,’ you meant…”
“Confused.”
Qi Feng snapped, “Yuxuan, you don’t even recognize Miss Jiang? She’s the daughter of your Uncle Jiang and Aunt Tong, and you’re not even married yet.”
“No.”
Shu Fu raised her index finger and lightly flicked the gleaming sword’s edge. The sharp “ding” sound cut him off. In the sudden silence, she calmly continued:
“From today onwards, no longer.”
“”
“”
Father and son from the Qi family exchanged glances. After a brief silence, Qi Feng’s face grew serious as he said, “Miss Jiang, this matter is a fault of the Third Uncle and the Qi family. Rest assured, I will handle this impartially, with no favoritism, and restore justice to you and the Tong family. Whatever punishment the Third Uncle deserves—be it death or worse—it will be up to the Tong family to decide.”
“Father,” Qi Yuxuan interjected.
Qi Feng barked sharply, “Enough! How have I taught you? The Third Uncle is my brother, the father of Xinlei and Yuwei. Does that mean the victims aren’t someone else’s parents or siblings? I protect my own brother. Are you going to let someone else’s brother die without peace?”
Qi Feng truly was a renowned master of the sword, with upright values and all the right qualities—except for one flaw: he never took responsibility.
Qi Yuxuan, seeing his father’s stubbornness and recalling his engagement to Jiang Ruoshui, felt some sense of obligation. He turned to Shu Fu and spoke softly, “Miss Jiang, I’m truly sorry. We haven’t seen each other for years, so I didn’t recognize you at first. Please forgive any offense I may have caused earlier.”
Shu Fu took a sip of tea. “Let’s get to the point.”
“”
Qi Yuxuan felt a bit awkward but persisted stubbornly, "Third Master Qi was coerced by Lingxiao City into doing wrong. I’m not asking for your forgiveness."
Shu Fu replied, "Hmm, I never intended to forgive him anyway. Beg all you want, it won’t change a thing."
Qi Yuxuan was speechless.
Shu Fu glanced at him, "What, then?"
The hatred over his mother’s murder was nearly genocidal. Not to mention a barely acquainted fiancé, even a lover’s plea wouldn’t easily soften such a grudge.
There was no room for debate. Whoever forgave was a beast; if you don’t accept it, then leave.
"I’m not asking for your forgiveness, but—"
Qi Yuxuan was cut off, feeling utterly trapped. Yet, having grown up beside Third Master Qi, he couldn’t just stand by and watch him die. "But could you give Third Master a chance to make amends to Miss Jiang? I know you’re always kind and gentle. Besides, we had a marriage agreement, and Third Master is your elder. We’re all family; why be so estranged?"
Shu Fu’s eyes flickered, and she couldn’t help but ask an off-topic question, "If I’m family, then why have I heard that you, Young Master Qi, don’t fancy me at all, and that you have a sworn lover?"
Qi Yuxuan was suddenly shocked and deeply confused. "Miss Fang and I are in mutual affection—how does Jiang Ruoshui know this?"
Though his face remained calm, he thought it over and soon arrived at a satisfying conclusion.
Jiang Ruoshui is deeply infatuated with me and has been secretly watching me all along. She knows my whereabouts and feelings like the back of her hand.
Because my heart belongs to someone else, she knows the marriage can’t happen, so she harbors resentment against the Qi family and refuses to forgive Third Master Qi. Third Master Qi was dragged into this because of me.
If Shu Fu could see through his thoughts, she might have fainted on the spot—struck unconscious by lightning.
But she didn’t see through them. Instead, she remained calm and serene, pouring herself a cup of tea and nibbling on the pastries Liu Ruyi had laid out.
Right in the eye of the storm, Shu Fu was not nervous at all. On the contrary, she felt quite at ease and even joyful.
Just then, she heard Qi Yuxuan say, "Miss Jiang, as long as you’re willing to forgive Third Master Qi and give him a chance at life, I can leave Miss Fang behind and become your partner. From now on, we’ll be family."
The handsome young man, graceful as a willow, twisted his expression as if making a painfully difficult decision—sacrificing something beyond measure.
If anyone else had seen this, they might have thought he was being forced into a terrible fate.
Shu Fu was dumbfounded. Her mouth fell open, and with a “plop,” the sweet green dumpling she’d been biting dropped to the floor and rolled away.
"Are you crazy?"
"I—"
Qi Yuxuan’s face stiffened. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Xuesheng’s eyelids flickered. Suddenly, she flipped her hand, hurling her tea cup straight at him.
Qi Yuxuan barely caught the steaming cup in time, his expression one of surprise. "Senior, what do you mean by this?"
Jiang Xuesheng said nothing. Her jade-like fingertips tapped lightly on the table, leaving him hanging for a moment before she coldly tossed out, "Drink your tea. Sober up."
Liu Ruyi burst out laughing.
Shu Fu said, "Liu Daoist, I suspect you never had any serious training."
Liu Ruyi retorted, "Don’t be rude—call me senior brother."
Shu Fu—
This is getting serious.
She saw Jiang Xuesheng about to say more, so she quickly reached out and pressed his hand, gently soothing him, “Big Brother, no, I mean, Teacher Jiang, let it go, let it go.”
“Let it go?”
Jiang Xuesheng raised an eyebrow and shot her a suspicious glance. “Could it be that you want to forgive them and marry into the Qi family?”
“No, that’s not what I meant—”
Shu Fu pressed him back into his seat, then slowly stood up, turning calmly to meet Qi Yuxuan’s gaze. “You rest. I’ll handle him myself.”
Jiang Xuesheng looked at her with mild amusement. “No need to be polite with me. You’re mine; it’s only right that I stand up for you.”
In other words: my legs may be thick, but go ahead and hold on.
Though the wording was a bit awkward.
Shu Fu shook her head. “It’s fine. This is a kind of trial. If you want to stand up for me, then when he gets so angry he tries to hit me, and I can’t win, that’s when you should step in.”
Without giving Qi Yuxuan time to react, she took a step forward and raised her voice, “Young Master Qi. About the marriage agreement between the Jiang and Qi families—you might have kept silent, but since you brought it up, I must respond.”
Her words were a direct copy of Madam Bai’s, even the mocking tone was identical. The Bai family members couldn’t help but glance at her a few more times. Madam Bai smiled, finding this “chivalrous and clever” young lady quite amusing.
Unfortunately, the person her son had fallen for at first sight seemed to be someone else—and a man, at that.
Qi Yuxuan, already psychologically scarred by Madam Bai’s rebuke, could only grit his teeth and reply, “Yes, Miss Jiang, please speak.”
“If I’m not mistaken, the marriage was arranged by the elders of the Jiang and Qi families the year I was born. So yes, we are destined to be family; this is well known.”
Shu Fu shifted her tone and fixed her gaze on Third Master Qi. She no longer called him “Third Uncle,” drawing a clear boundary with a single title.
“Of course, I know that,” Third Master Qi said with a dry smile, unsure of her intentions. “Ruoshui, I’ve always treated you like my own niece.”
Shu Fu cut him off. “Then you must know that the daughter of the Tong clan’s patriarch is my mother, and the Tong family is my maternal clan.”
Third Master Qi was speechless.
“You certainly know that. You knew Lingxiao City wanted to kill my mother, my clan, yet you still played the villain’s part, aiding the enemy. No, I should say you enjoyed it, took pleasure in seeing it happen. After all, to the Qi family, the Tong family is just an annoying obstacle, right?”
Qi Feng suddenly stiffened. “Miss Jiang, I had no such intention.”
Of course you didn’t, Shu Fu thought. But your third brother wants to sideline you and crown himself the Qi family’s regent.
She didn’t elaborate further. Instead, she bowed slightly to Qi Feng, then to the cultivators gathered at the door, and loudly declared:
“The Tong clan has endured for centuries, without a single peerless expert, without grand power or prestige along the immortal path. We are but a tiny ripple in the vast sea, a mere insignificant tributary. But there is one thing—the Tong clan may be in decline, yet we will never lose to anyone.”
“That is righteousness.”
"The Tong family stands for righteousness and justice, upholding the true path. We have nothing to be ashamed of under the heavens above or the earth beneath. My mother, armed with a single sword, fought to the death, slaying the demon beasts and restoring peace and clarity to this land. The Tong family may be straightforward, fiery, and not always likable; perhaps we have offended many, but we have never wronged anyone."
She pointed her fingers like a sword, her fierce gaze striking directly at Qi Yuxuan’s forehead.
"Young Master Qi, you think I disregarded family ties and ruthlessly hunted down your Third Uncle. But tell me, when Third Master Qi dealt poison to my family, when he murdered my mother, slaughtered my clan, persecuted those who opposed him, and brought misery upon the people—did he ever care about justice or the heavens’ retribution?"
"He did not. And yet you, knowing this, foolishly cling to the hope that such a heartless, ruthless beast can be saved. You even want me to accept him, to forgive him. Qi Yuxuan, on what grounds?"
Shu Fu leaned forward, her eyes slowly scanning him from foot to head before settling on his handsome face, letting out a cold laugh from deep in her throat.
"Do you think that by giving up Miss Fang and choosing me as your partner, you’re doing something noble or extraordinary?"
Qi Yuxuan replied, "I’m not."
But Shu Fu ignored him. "Do you think agreeing to this marriage is a huge favor you’re doing me? That it somehow balances out the blood debt Third Master Qi owes me? You think that makes sense? After all, I lost my mother and my entire clan, but you only lost your love."
"Young Master Qi, I have no expectations of you. I’ve long known you’re all show and no substance."
She paused, then raised her hand to the sky again. "I only ask you to look up, to see the clear heavens three feet above your head, and to look at the bright moon hanging high."
Before she finished speaking, she flipped her palm upward. Qi Yuxuan, thinking she was about to slap him, instinctively turned his face away.
Then, Shu Fu clenched her fingers into a fist and slammed a fierce punch right onto his handsome face.
"The moon is so big and round, yet even it can’t contain your ugly mug."
"Ugh!"
Before he could react, Shu Fu stepped forward and delivered another punch straight to his stomach. "You don’t know pain unless a knife pierces your skin. How about now?"
"Miss Jiang, please calm down."
"Do you understand now?"
"Ugh!"
""
Qi Feng and everyone else present watched coldly, offering no sign they intended to stop him from getting beaten.
Qi Feng even sighed heavily, "What a wretched child, a wretched child. It’s all my fault for being lax these years, letting him turn out like this."
"I—I’m not, I didn’t mean that," Qi Yuxuan stammered.
After all, Qi Yuxuan was still just a boy. Though his mind was muddled, he still had a shred of conscience and shame. With every word Shu Fu spoke, the color drained from his face bit by bit. After enduring this righteous, face-breaking assault, he was as pale as paper, drenched in sweat, utterly speechless.
Shu Fu finally vented the frustration bottled up in her chest and stopped speaking to him. She turned to Qi Feng and bowed deeply to the ground.
“Master Qi, I ask for nothing but blood for blood, to have the truth of the past revealed to the world, and to offer the heads of my enemies as a sacrifice to appease the spirits of the Tong clan.”
“I must say this upfront: Third Master Qi and I share a bitter, deep-seated hatred. I cannot allow him to live in this world. If you hesitate to act today, no matter where he hides—across seas or mountains—I will find him and make him suffer a thousand times more horribly, so that he will regret every moment he clung to life.”
In this way, at least, a long-held wish of the original owner was fulfilled.
“Miss Jiang, there’s no need for such a grand ceremony.”
Qi Feng’s face flushed with shame as he hurriedly reached out to steady her. “I have been negligent in managing my household and must clean up my family affairs. My Third Master has done such a thing, and my son is so utterly unreasonable—I am truly ashamed to face you.”
Shu Fu reacted swiftly. The moment Qi Feng uttered the word “son,” she darted back as if flying, but it was just a moment too late.
“What—”
Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet shimmered, revealing a complex array of runes forming a teleportation formation. It enveloped her, Ling Xiyue, the elder of Kongtong, and Third Master Qi, bathing them in an eerie golden light.
It was obvious that the elder of Kongtong had been silently enduring all this time in order to secretly draw this teleportation formation and escape with his accomplices without anyone noticing.
Before Shu Fu could even start wondering, “Why am I trapped inside this too?” a fierce gale hit her face. Third Master Qi, who had been meek and submissive until now, suddenly turned hostile and struck at her with a palm.
He tore off the mask of hypocrisy completely, snarling, “Little bitch of the Tong family, how dare you ruin my plans? If I don’t make you bleed right here, I’ll never be able to quench my hatred!”
Shu Fu instinctively dodged to the side, but a flash of cold light caught her eye. Then came a spray of blood as Third Master Qi’s arm was torn off at the shoulder, spinning wildly through the air.
The next instant, his scream—like that of a slaughtered pig—shattered the darkness before dawn, echoing across the skies.
She followed the path of that biting cold light, and, just as expected, the slender, graceful figure of Jiang Xuesheng appeared before her like a clear, elegant bamboo stalk.
He tilted his head slightly, long hair brushing his shoulders, his black eyes clear and pure, with an almost innocent, youthful air. In his arms, he cradled an ancient zither with jade-green hues, and his fingertips flickered with an imperceptible chill.
That was a single string of the zither.
Without even glancing at Third Master Qi, who was struggling and screaming on the ground, Jiang Xuesheng reached out and tore open the barrier isolating the teleportation formation from the outside world. With one hand, he pulled Shu Fu out and gently clasped the slender shoulders of the girl.
“Well said.”
Jiang Xuesheng lowered his brows and gave her a sly smile. Dawn was breaking on the horizon, but his smile outshone even the morning light.
“Now, it’s time for someone else to take their turn.”
