Time became somewhat terrifying in endless silence.
Han Litong quietly stared at Han Qingjue, still waiting for her answer, but the response she got was Han Qingjue's prolonged silence.
"Jue'er?" Han Litong finally carried a trace of hope, wishing to hear the truth directly from her mouth.
Han Qingjue curved her lips slightly and let out a light laugh: "Mother, don't you believe me?"
Han Litong's gaze tightened slightly, yes, does she not believe her?
She didn't know, she really didn't know. Clearly, she wanted to believe her.
"Then how do you explain Yun Peng, severely injured back then and brought by you to Beihan Palace?" The reason that puzzled Han Litong and made her return to ask Han Qingjue for clarity was right here.
