Yuan Muying finished recounting the scene without the slightest change in expression, but Ying Xiangxue was so shocked that she covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes filled with fear and astonishment. In the end, however, she still asked as though clinging to a sliver of hope, "But you... weren't you in the Sacred Path Sect all along afterward...?"
"Yes. He brought me back and told me that everything was over, that the Sacred Path Sect was safe, and that Mother was merely a traitor who deserved to die." Yuan Muying spoke indifferently.
"Ah... then usually, you..." Ying Xiangxue seemed to remember something.
"Heh, it was all an act. Do you think I could still be a normal child after being splashed across the face with the blood that spurted from my own mother's neck?" A trace of self-mockery colored Yuan Muying's voice, but she quickly continued, "Senior Sister Ying, do you know? From that day onward, I never dared look in a mirror, because I was afraid—afraid I would remember that scene of my face covered in blood."
"But you... you've always seemed so happy, and you got along so well with all your senior and junior sisters... Even the other senior brothers... all said you were wonderful..." The hand Ying Xiangxue had clutched around my sleeve was already trembling faintly, and her eyes were filled with panic.
"It was all an act, so that when the time came to overthrow everything, I would have one more person who believed me. Isn't that right?" Yuan Muying ruthlessly shattered Ying Xiangxue's assumptions, even revealing her own purpose.
"You want to kill your father?" I asked expressionlessly, already calculating in secret. Putting myself in their shoes, if I were Heizi and Xia Ruize, standing within the righteous faction's Sacred Path