How could she not know? All her misfortunes had started with them.
In her past life, when Liang Wan discovered she had been deceived her entire life, she must have been filled with pain and hatred. Only killing them could have appeased her anger.
But now...
Liang Wan's expression remained unchanged, her eyes showing only confusion. "Why is Your Majesty saying such strange things again—"
"You hate them, don't you?" Gao Qian's cool hands gripped hers. His eyes locked onto her face without blinking, unwilling to miss a single reaction.
Liang Wan's lips curled up in a faint smile. "Hate?"
Gao Qian remained silent, waiting for her answer.
Liang Wan glanced at the man tied to the torture rack and nodded honestly. "I do hate them."
He hadn't seemed to expect her to admit it so easily. Gao Qian's dark eyes lit up. His brows relaxed as a smile touched his lips.
