Yangyang blinked beside me.
This, this whole string of outrageous claims.
Could clever Mom Ye Qingxian really believe it?
The lie I'd just spun was huge. I had a bad feeling Mommy was going to see right through it.
I hummed a little tune in my heart, my beautiful red eyes already brimming with confidence.
Little Female Protagonist, I had you wrapped around my finger. And you still dared to oppose me, the Great Devil King?
The highest art of lying was to tell ten truths to make someone believe the lie you wanted them to.
What I'd just said might not have been quite that masterful. I'd even slipped in a lie or two. But I had one trump card that couldn't be disputed: Yangyang really was Ye Qingxian's biological daughter.
As long as that part was true, even if Ye Qingxian realized she'd never done any of those things, she'd still be more inclined to come up with a theory that explained everything.
Otherwise, how could she explain Yangyang's existence?
Who could have imagined that there'd be a system capable of conjuring a child out of thin air for anyone?
So I wouldn't fail.
There was no way I'd blow it.
Ye Qingxian.
You'd spend the rest of your life feeling guilty toward me.
How could you ever bring yourself to kill me again?
This preemptive strike, launched when you least expected it, had exhausted every ounce of my wisdom.
I was sure even Ye Qingxian would be able to spar with it for a while.
As Ye Qingxian's eyes grew more and more bewildered, I gave a soft hum. Who could escape the clutches of Ye Xiaoyao? A foxlike gleam flickered through my eyes, then gave way to the deepest sorrow. I choked out, "Ye Qingxian, you