Problem

Although Lü Ren's words were somewhat subjective, they were not without reason.

For instance, these were merely an ordinary mother and daughter. Why would they forsake their peaceful, happy lives to frame Duàn Yì, the Heir Apparent of Zhenbei, who was currently in the full blaze of power and influence?

What could their purpose possibly be?

Even if there was such a thing as Death Warriors, no matter how one looked at it, this mother and daughter did not resemble Death Warriors who had been raised and trained.

Duàn Yì paid Lü Ren no further heed. This fellow had already decided in his heart that the mother and daughter were innocent and pitiable, while Duàn Yì himself was guilty beyond redemption. Mere words would never convince him, so there was no need to waste his breath.

He turned and walked closer to the mother and daughter, who were clinging to each other, studying them carefully. Sure enough, their tears were utterly sincere. That grievance, that despair—if it was an act, their skill was no worse than Prince Duan's or Xia Hong's.

Especially the daughter, Ren Jiao, as Lü Ren called her. Two tear tracks streaked her pale cheeks, and her eyes were vacant. Though tears streamed down her face, she seemed hollow and lifeless, lacking the liveliness and vitality of an ordinary young girl.

With a crack, Duàn Yì planted the tip of the Dragon Abyss Sword's sheath against the ground. Looking down at the mother and daughter due to his height, he asked calmly, without any excess anger or agitation,

"Ladies, do you truly recognize me as the culprit who brought you such suffering, even destroyed your family and killed your loved ones?"

The moment Duàn Yì approached the mother and daughter, Lü Ren had already pressed a palm