"And she landed on the ground like a cat without making a sound. Even those six- or seven-foot walls, she just vaulted over them in a flash. At first, I thought I was still groggy from sleep and dreaming."
Marshal Chu frowned deeply.
"So you're saying it really could have been her?"
When he turned and saw his younger son's cold expression, his anger flared again. "Was it her or not? Aren't you going to tell me the truth?"
Chu Yihan gave him a feral grin, then suddenly rose and charged at Wei Hong at incredible speed.
'Thwack!'
The knife in Chu Yihan's hand plunged into Wei Hong's chest, leaving only the hilt exposed.
"You..." Wei Hong clutched his chest and stared at him in shock and disbelief.
Chu Yihan sneered as he yanked out the knife, then quickly thrust it forward again, stabbing Wei Hong once more. He drove the blade in and out two or three times.
It was clear how much he hated this traitor.
"Wei Hong, I told you long ago not to scheme behind my back and hurt her. You brought this on yourself. You were asking to die, so don't blame me!"
If they had not grown up together, Chu Yihan would have gotten rid of him long ago.
He had never expected that his momentary softheartedness would be repaid with betrayal, forcing the woman he loved to leave in such a way.
He regretted it deeply.
He had known all along that this woman in the family had arranged for Wei Hong to stay by his side from childhood. Why hadn't he dealt with him sooner? Why had he clung to that little bond they shared from growing up together?
"Have you gone mad? All this over some woman?"
Marshal Chu stared in