Good heavens, this unassuming woman before them looked gentle and pleasant, yet the moment she opened her mouth, she was even more terrifying than the sinister-faced Young Master Yan Hui.
Even more so... At least Yan Hui still wore a veneer of hypocrisy, while this woman could not even be bothered to pretend.
Yan Tiannan stared at the projection in the air, his face livid and his lips trembling slightly!
He cried out, "This... is absolutely impossible!"
If, in the eyes of the world, his son truly became a demon, how could the Yan Clan ever hold its ground in Sunset City?
Would the prestige, status, and goodwill accumulated over generations really be reduced to nothing overnight?
Ye Honglian was so horrified that she could not speak. Her red lips hung slightly open, her almond eyes were wide, and both hands clenched the sleeves of her wedding dress as she trembled uncontrollably.
Yu Wanrong nearly fainted, but she struggled desperately to remain upright, crying hoarsely, "My son... my son... This isn't real! This isn't real!"
She staggered forward, trying to rush ahead, only to be firmly held back by the maidservants beside her.
"Wang Xian!"
With a sharp ring, Wang Xian drew his spirit sword, its tip aimed directly at the sky!
Like a madman, he threw back his head and roared, "If you're a man, come fight me! Hiding in the dark and pulling such underhanded tricks—what kind of hero does that make you?!"
His voice echoed through the wind and snow, but no one answered.
The Succubus did not pay him any attention at all.
That icy voice came from the top of the tower, carried by the biting wind. Every word cut into Ye Honglian's heart like a knife!
"Ye Honglian, is a man who seduces married