Gu Lingyuan's repeated cries could be said to have pierced hearts with every word.
Many clan disciples who did not know the full story felt stormy waves rising within their hearts.
Clearly, Gu Lingyuan had swayed some of them.
"At a time like this, you still dare sow discord within the Household. I have to say, you truly do not know whether you are dead or alive."
Chen Wudao spoke coldly.
"Am I wrong? From the very beginning, we were your pawns."
"No... more accurately, everyone in our faction was used by you."
"If you had not deliberately indulged us and used factional conflict to pull the wool over everyone's eyes, why would we have fought so viciously?"
"And how could so many members of the Chen Clan have died in internal strife?"
At this point, Gu Lingyuan became hysterical. "It was you! This was all your fault!"
"Are you done?" Chen Xinghe said mildly, with little emotion in his voice.
Gu Lingyuan, who had been filled with indignation and moved by her own words, suddenly choked on her words.
Because judging by Chen Xinghe's reaction, he seemed utterly unaffected.
Chen Xinghe spoke again. "What right does a counterfeit like you have to talk about fairness? Have you forgotten that all of this began because of your Nine Nether Heavenly Prison Hall?"
"Our Chen Clan knew of your existence from the very beginning. Little Wen's matter was merely the fuse that lit it all."
"Yes, without Little Wen, you probably would not have shown yourselves so quickly."
"But did you truly think that others could sleep soundly beside the Chen Clan's bed?"
"The reason we had not acted all these years was simply because we wanted to uproot every last one of you buried within the Chen Clan's foundations and