But before Qin Mu could say anything, Xi He suddenly stepped forward and looked straight at Nuwa.
"Saint, this matter began because of me."
"Marrying Dijun was not my wish."
"If you must blame someone, blame me. Qin Mu has nothing to do with this!"
Xi He could no longer worry about the consequences. Her face showed no fear.
She had never expected things to develop to this point—not even a Saint had been spared from getting involved.
"Hmm?"
When Nuwa heard what Xi He said, her expression darkened.
Especially at Xi He's words, "It was not my wish."
Wasn't that a slap in her face?
Dijun had said earlier that Nuwa herself had arranged the marriage.
Now Xi He was saying she hadn't wanted to marry him. Wasn't she implying that the Saint had pressured her into agreeing?
At the thought, Nuwa's anger flared, and a terrifying Saint's pressure instantly spread over them.
Under that pressure, everyone present trembled with fear, finding it hard even to breathe.
"Xi He, are you saying that I forced you?"
Nuwa spoke coldly, her voice oppressive as a prison.
"This..."
Xi He froze, at a loss for words after Nuwa's question.
If she agreed, wouldn't she be accusing Nuwa of abusing her power in front of everyone?
But if she denied it, that would contradict what she had just said.
As Xi He stood there helplessly, Qin Mu suddenly stepped forward and stood beside her.
"Junior Sister Nuwa."
"I can leave if you insist, but I must take Xi He with me."
Qin Mu looked up at Nuwa and spoke without fear or deference.
At his words, Nuwa's expression grew even grimmer.
She had already shown Qin Mu plenty of respect.
She had no intention of pursuing the matter of him killing the