Not long after Wang Xian fell off the cliff...
Murong Yu brought the siblings to the reception hall, where Dongfang Mingyue, Nalan Liuli, and Liu Chenyu were already waiting.
"Jiang Yun'er, where have you hidden Wang Xian?"
Liu Chenyu stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Yun'er's sleeve. "We found your token in the desert. Don't tell me you weren't the one who kidnapped Wang Xian..."
Startled, Jiang Yun'er blurted out, "Wang Xian jumped off the cliff!"
Crack!
A fine crack suddenly appeared in the celadon teacup in Dongfang Mingyue's hand. Scalding tea dripped down her fingers, but she didn't even notice.
The atmosphere in the reception hall grew heavy in an instant.
"What did you say?"
Dongfang Mingyue snapped, glaring coldly at Jiang Yun'er. "You drove him to his death?!"
Jiang Yun'er shook her head, twisting the hem of her clothes between her fingers. Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
She murmured, "Wang Xian... he isn't a real man. He was born... defective."
After speaking, she quickly glanced up at the three women, then lowered her head again. "We couldn't consummate our marriage last night. This morning, he was so ashamed and angry that, after waking up, he ran to Soulbreak Cliff behind the mountain..."
"Ridiculous!"
Nalan Liuli shot to her feet and slapped the table. The Spirit Sword at her waist rang out with a hum.
The young woman strode forward and stopped in front of Jiang Yun'er, glaring coldly into her eyes. "That bastard Wang Xian may be shameless and lecherous, but he could never... never..."
As she spoke, the young woman suddenly faltered, the tips of her ears turning red despite herself.
Liu Chenyu sat quietly to one side, holding a cup of tea in her pale hands, her gaze already drifting toward the distant