"Hmph, I have no idea what you're talking about."
At that moment, Consort Hua knew that no matter what she said, it would be powerless, so she chose the most ridiculously dismissive way to evade so-called responsibility.
But is this something she can dismiss just by denying it?
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it. Since things have come to this point, there's no fundamental meaning in figuring out who is right or wrong,"
Murong Xue's gaze was so clear that Consort Hua couldn't look her in the eye and turned her face away coldly, unwilling to face her.
"Oh! Are you still waiting for the four major forces—Shengming, the Liuyun Sect, the Shura Sect, and the Yue Palace—to assassinate my brother and me?"
Murong Xue's startling words shattered Consort Hua's self-comfort in an instant, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
"You... you even know about that?"
