Yu Jiuqing's gaze turned cold. His lips parted as if he were about to speak.
But Shen Qing stepped in front of him first. Looking at the hysterical Aunt Xue, she said calmly, "There's something wrong with what you just said."
Aunt Xue dropped all pretense. Her glare was sharp enough to kill as she spat, "What's wrong with it? Are you going to deny that Yu Jiuqing is a treacherous minister spat upon by all? Or are you going to claim there isn't a single person in this world who wants to kill him?"
Shen Qing raised an eyebrow. She leaned closer, and as Aunt Xue's eyes widened in shock, she let out a soft scoff. "That's not it. The problem is, you left someone out. Yu Jiuqing isn't the only one people want to see flayed and have their flesh eaten. Why don't you go back and ask your old patriarch? Ask him who he hates more: Yu Jiuqing, or the Lord Xiao Shen of yesteryear? Leaving me out like that... it makes me a little unhappy."
