However, Liang Muqiu truly cared about the Meng Family. She had even stood in for Meng Zhao in overseeing the Lineage and handling its affairs, so she had her own thoughts on the matter.
"Then, Meng Zhao, what should we do? Should we inform the Beitang father and son, or let them die violent deaths like this?"
What Liang Muqiu truly wanted to know was whether Meng Zhao was confident he could save the father and son.
Yet, from what Meng Zhao had said, the Blood Calamity Poison was so troublesome that even the one who had administered it possessed no antidote. It likely truly had no cure.
Meng Zhao smiled. He knew perfectly well what Liang Muqiu truly wanted to ask, only that she feared bruising his pride. He said,
"Do you also want to know whether I can save the Beitang father and son?"
"Yes, but wasn't I afraid that if you couldn't, you'd lose face?"
Liang Muqiu stuck out her rosy little tongue and blinked her bright, captivating eyes, looking especially playful and adorable.
When a cute-type woman made cute gestures, that was nothing unusual—basic stuff, nothing worth showing off.
But when a mature beauty, glamorous and bewitching, made a cute gesture, that was called the charm of contrast, an exceedingly rare sight.
If outsiders, or even the other women of the Meng Family, saw it, they would be shocked, because it was utterly unlike the Liang Muqiu they knew and understood.
Yet this was also the real Liang Muqiu.
She was indeed a heroine among women. Once the Eldest Brother of the Seven Freaks of Minshan, she had dominated one region and had even dared to assassinate Meng Zhao's uncle, Meng Jizu.
But no matter how resolute and powerful a woman was, she was still a