"If it weren't for Ah Wu."
At the sound of this intimate address, Ji Qingwu's long lashes finally stopped trembling. She stared back into his deep, dark eyes.
Zhao Mingyan said mockingly, "The Ji Family should have been broken up long ago."
The moment he finished speaking, all eyes shot to Ji Qingwu's face, shocked by the meaning behind the Emperor's words.
Old Mrs. Ji was especially stunned, her eyes bulging in disbelief.
"What... what does that mean..."
The Ji father and sons also stared at Ji Qingwu without blinking.
The tension coiling within Ji Qingwu completely unraveled. Any further pretense, any more explanations, would be useless.
'This moment came far sooner than I had imagined.'
A sense of reckless abandon washed over Ji Qingwu.
She nodded at Old Mrs. Ji, her voice crisp.
"That's right. It's just as you're thinking, Grandmother."
