Canglang Martial Hall.
Backyard.
Standing in the courtyard, Jiang Ning heard Wang Jin's words and instantly fell silent.
He knew very well that Aunt Sun's death must have had something to do with him.
Ever since the various conflicts that had happened before, He Jinyun had been at odds with him.
As for this Young Earl of noble status, Jiang Ning had previously avoided him where he could, unwilling to get into a fierce conflict with him.
And now He Jinyun had made a move against Aunt Sun—how was that not putting eye drops in his eyes?
Thinking of this, Jiang Ning's hands, which had been hanging naturally at his sides, could not help clenching tight, his nails digging deep into his palms.
He could not forget the care Aunt Sun had shown him when he had first arrived at the martial hall.
He could feel that back then, Aunt Sun had cared for him as if he were family.
In this world, there were not many people he cared about. Aunt Sun counted as one.
After pondering for a long time, Jiang Ning slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again. A flash of resolve crossed his gaze.
"Master, this matter cannot be blamed on you! If we're talking about Aunt Sun, then it mainly began because of me!"
Hearing Jiang Ning's unusually calm tone, Wang Jin immediately lifted his head and looked at him.
The next instant.
Wang Jin was slightly stunned.
Because in Jiang Ning's eyes, he saw the calm before the storm, like a sea surface beneath black clouds blotting out the sky, where wind and waves were gradually beginning to surge.
"You must not do anything foolish!" Wang Jin said at once, his tone grave.
Wang Jin understood He Jinyun's status very well.
It was