Lin Hanyan had not expected Huangfu Zhenlou to interfere at a time like this, let alone kick her while she was down. Looking wounded, she gazed at Huangfu Zhenlou. "Zhenlou, do our private affairs really have to be discussed here?"
"If there's something you want to know, you could have asked me directly instead of bottling everything up like this, saying nothing and asking nothing. Misunderstandings are often caused this way."
"Perhaps you've already fallen for someone else's trap, you know? Can't you come to your senses and stop making decisions so rashly?"
Huangfu Zhenlou's gaze was cold. "I'm perfectly clearheaded. I also know exactly what I'm doing."
The more he had loved this woman back then, the more he hated her now.
This woman had turned him into a complete laughingstock.
It had all been a conspiracy from beginning to end.
"You...?" Lin Hanyan was so furious she wanted to kill someone, but more than anything, she felt heartbroken and miserable.
"Why can't you listen to my explanation first?"
Huangfu Zhenlou's eyes flickered, but in the end, he could not suppress the trace of hope and longing in his heart. "Fine. I'll hear your explanation."
He pulled out the identity token of a Mystic Sound Pavilion disciple from his robes. "Explain this to me."
"Why did you join forces with people from the Mystic Sound Pavilion to assassinate and ambush me that day? And afterward, why did you pretend to treat me and poison me while I was severely wounded?"
"You clearly gave me poison, yet you told us it was your sect's sacred medicine. What exactly were you plotting?"
Lin Hanyan's face was somewhat pale.
She had not expected him to truly know everything—and to already have evidence.
She had thought that at most, he merely had some