Beitang He's first reaction was that these spies planted within the County King's Mansion had all been the work of the reigning Emperor, Beitang Sheng.
After all, only he possessed such unfathomable methods and capabilities. He also had the motive, and the timing matched.
Yet he immediately shook his head. No—if it had truly been Beitang Sheng, then the information could never have been passed on to Beitang Shu. Nor could Beitang Shu possibly use these four people to harm father and son.
"It was that bitch!"
Beitang He's emotions surged like waves rising on a jade sea, vast and tempestuous, nearly impossible to contain. The hatred in his voice was utterly undisguised.
Meng Zhao and Liang Muqiu looked at each other, unable to understand what Beitang He meant or what he had recalled.
Though Meng Zhao had learned quite a few secrets through Bian Lao Er's memories, no matter how trusted and valued Bian Lao Er had been, he was still an outsider. To Beitang Shu, he remained no more than a servant.
Some inconsequential matters could be told to him, but true secrets would never be revealed to an outsider like him, even if he appeared utterly loyal.
"Heir, what do you mean?"
Liang Muqiu naturally knew that one of the four women was Beitang Ang's bed companion, but Beitang He seemed to have no reason to hate her so bitterly.
"Dragon King Meng, Miss Liang, I have lost my composure. I already understand what you have told me, and I know what you mean.
You were being so cautious because you feared I would suspect you of sowing discord, framing Beitang Shu, correct?
In truth, there are some matters that are scandals of the imperial clan, matters you do not know. If you did, you would never