Girl, let me check it out.

Fang Weihan felt extremely unfamiliar with the person in front of him.

Apart from looking exactly like Xiao Jin, she is completely different from him in every other way.

The sadness, despair and gloomy aura emanating from her whole body, coupled with the extremely enchanting sword, made her look like a witch crawling out of the underworld.

"It seems like you are doing well?"

Xiao Jin smiled with a hint of sarcasm.

She walked a few steps in front of Xie Lingwan and swung her right hand downward.

"Qiang!"

The Zhuye sword pierced straight into the marble floor until half of the sword was submerged.

The zigzag cracks started from the sword tip and spread rapidly, as if the entire hall was shaking with the power of the sword.

"Xiao Jin, we haven't seen each other for two years. Is this how you treat me when you see me?"

Xie Lingwan gently put down the cinnabar wolf-hair brush in her hand and raised her eyes, not affected by Xiao Jin's aura at all.

"It's been two years... Heh... Two years. If you hadn't told me, I would have almost forgotten it."

Xiao Jin laughed softly, as if suppressing his boundless anger.

"It turns out that two years have passed since Brother Fang's death."

"It seems that you have forgotten him a long time ago, right?"

Xiao Jin stared at Xie Lingwan's eyes and squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

The Prime Minister's face was calm, his gaze was slightly dazed for a moment, and then returned to his calm state in the next instant.

"I haven't forgotten, and I never will,"

Xie Lingyuan said lightly.

"He is my husband."

Xiao Jin took another step forward, put his hands on the table in front of Xie Lingwan, and looked at her.

"Oh, I see."

she sneered.

"You are so kind to your husband."

"So good...it makes me want to chop off your beautiful head with a sword."

A scarlet light flashed in her eyes, and she spoke softly without a trace of emotion.

Xie Lingwan seemed not to have heard the following words and continued to speak to herself, with a hint of nostalgia in her expression.

"After so many years, the years I miss most are still you and the days when he and I studied in Shi Dangliu's private school. We didn't have so many troubles then, the Taikang Rebellion hadn't come yet, and he hadn't..."

"It's a pity... nothing can go back."

"enough!"

Xiao Jin interrupted her loudly.

The girl slapped the table in front of her, and the long table made of luxurious wood instantly broke into pieces, and the papers on it fell to the ground.

"Xie Lingwan, I don't want to hear all that nonsense from you. Your emotional cards and your little verbal tricks may fool everyone else, but they can't fool me."

"You just need to answer me one question..."

Xiao Jin stared into her eyes, his gaze filled with resentment and extreme anger.

"You were the one who killed Fang Weihan, right?"

Xie Lingwan's breathing paused for a moment.

"Xiao Jin, if you know me well enough, you should know that this is impossible."

"If you want me to kill him, I have to die first."

Xie Lingwan said softly.

"At this point, you're still talking nonsense!"

Xiao Jin roared angrily.

Her eyes were filled with overwhelming hatred and despair, and her jet-black hair fluttered behind her, with a faint scarlet aura flowing on it.

"Huh, really?"

Xiao Jin regained his composure despite being furious.

"Do you really think that no one in this world can see through your little tricks?"

She raised her right hand, and the Zhuye Sword flew back into her hand.

Xiao Jin pressed the tip of his sword against Xie Lingwan's throat.

If the tip of the Zhuye sword extended one inch forward, it would be able to pierce the carotid artery of the Prime Minister of Southern Zhou.

"My brother Fang, wasn't he killed by your father, Xie Tao of the Chenjun Xie family?"

When Xiao Jin said this, his whole body was shaking.

It has been two years, and every time she thinks of this incident, she still feels extremely regretful and heartbroken.

Why wasn't I in Changming City during the Taikang Rebellion? Why did I return to my hometown in Lanling...

If I were still in Changming, as long as I was still in Changming, I would not let Fang Weihan retreat with Xie Tao, and Brother Fang would not...

"He trusted you so much, he was willing to give up his future and dreams for you, and this is how you treat him?"

As Xiao Jin spoke, tears couldn't stop rolling down her cheeks.

"You used him as a stepping stone to improve your own status? You cleverly arranged his death so that no one in the world would know your secret anymore."

"What else are you talking about...Brother Fang died in the chaos of the Taikang Rebellion. You can't fool me."

"Am I right, Xie Lingwan?"

Xiao Jin almost yelled at her when he said the last sentence.

Xie Lingwan sat quietly in her chair, with no emotion in her eyes, as if what Xiao Jin said had nothing to do with her at all.

"That was not my intention."

Xie Lingwan said calmly.

"If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn't be running around lobbying to pardon his crime when all the noble families in the world want to kill him."

"If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn't have left so many secret guards to protect him secretly and dispel wave after wave of assassins."

"If I were..."

"But Brother Fang is still dead! Isn't he?"

Xiao Jin interrupted her voice with tears and shouting.

Xie Lingwan was silent for a moment.

"Heh, Xie Lingwan, do you know?"

Xiao Jin wiped the crystal from the corners of her eyes, as if wiping away the last trace of her weakness.

"Ever since I was a kid, I've hated your confident, confident expression."

"It's like you know everything..."

Xie Lingwan took a deep breath and closed her eyes slightly.

"That's my father, what do you want me to do?"

She said a little tiredly.

Xiao Jin held up the blood-stained sword and laughed brightly and lively.

"I know, I know everything."

"How can our great Southern Zhou Prime Minister fail to observe filial piety? How can he win the support of the people?"

"You sent Xie Tao to guard the grave alone. This is not good. It prevents you and your daughter from reuniting."

"Look how thoughtful I am. I brought him here."

There was a flash of light in Xiao Jin's hand, and she slammed a bloody human head heavily on the table in front of her.

"I just killed him accidentally."

Xiao Jin covered her mouth and giggled.

Xie Lingwan: "..."

She glanced at the head with a terrified expression, then looked away without any emotion.

"I came to you today just to tell you one thing, Xie Lingwan."

Xiao Jin restrained all his expressions and returned to his indifferent look.

"You must govern this Southern Zhou well and don't let those beasts in the north take advantage of you."

"The reason you are still alive today is because no one else can integrate our remaining strength except you."

"Protecting the territory and the people, this was Brother Fang's wish before he died. I will protect it for him."

"Your father is the murderer who killed Brother Fang. I know you can't bear to do it, so I'll kill him for you."

"If I find out that you have any other ideas..."

Xiao Jin's pupils suddenly became violent and bloodthirsty.

"You can think about how you will die."

She retracted the Zhuye sword, stopped looking at Xie Lingwan, and strode out.

"Xiao Jin."

Xie Lingwan spoke.

"What's wrong? You want to beg for mercy from me? Ha."

Xiao Jin sneered without even turning his head.

"You can't control the turbid air, stop it."

Xie Lingwan was silent for a moment, with a rare hint of heartache in her tone.

"This has nothing to do with you."

Xiao Jin rejected her kindness with a cold voice.

"I can avenge him. You don't have to do this."

Xie Lingwan said in a low voice.

"You can avenge him? Hahahahaha."

Xiao Jin seemed to have heard some funny joke.

"Hey, Mr. Xie, if I remember correctly, you said before that you can protect him?"

Xiao Jin sarcastically said mercilessly.

"What? After all your efforts in protecting me, you can't even protect Brother Fang's life?"

"You want to avenge him?"

"I suggest you commit suicide first."

Xiao Jin's words were like a knife that stabbed deeply into Xie Lingwan's chest.

She closed her eyes in pain.

"I can't trust you."

Xiao Jin stopped before stepping out of the hall.

She turned her body slightly, and the gloomy sky with lightning and thunder formed the background behind her.

The girl said softly:

"Brother Fang died because of you... and your father."