The old man was helpless.
Under Jian Wushuang's renewed pressure, he could only slowly utter a name known to the entire world.
"Ye Qingxian."
"Ye Qingxian? Ye Qingxian won't do either!" Jian Wushuang suddenly came to her senses and practically roared it out, making the nearby bamboo leaves tremble. "No, Ye what? Did you just say Ye Qingxian? You're not mistaken, are you? You mean—my Junior Sister is carrying my junior sister's child?"
"Say her name again!" Jian Wushuang repeated in disbelief. "Are you trying to tell me that from beginning to end, my Junior Sister was carrying my junior sister's child?"
"It really has all been settled," the old man said, wiping away his cold sweat. "Could something like this possibly be fake?"
"Ye Qingxian and Ye Xiaoyao admitted it together in person."
Jian Wushuang's gaze went blank, clearly stunned by reality.
This... wasn't right, was it?
She remembered that her junior sister had been furious back then too, grilling her over and over for being a beast.
She had been so angry at the time that she had nearly put her sword to her throat.
How had her junior sister turned around and secretly become the beast herself?
Jian Wushuang gradually came to understand.
So the two of them had known whose child it was all along?
They had joined forces to put on an act and toyed with her, their "senior brother," like a spinning top?
Fine. Just fine.
Seeing Jian Wushuang grow angry, the old man explained, "Ye Qingxian probably didn't know at the time. Or perhaps she actually did know—I can't say for sure. You should ask your junior sister face-to-face."
Jian Wushuang was on the verge of losing it.
The shock of this was simply too great.
For a moment, she could not tell