Tianshan Tonglao opened her mouth, wanting to kick her while she was down, but when she thought of how Li Qiushui had lost her son in her later years, she found herself unable to say it, no matter how deep their enmity ran.
Li Qiushui sighed. "After I returned to the palace, I went out to gather information and only then learned that Qianshun had been killed. Unfortunately, my injuries have yet to heal, so I lack the strength to kill Li Liangzuo. Thinking that his coup succeeded only because you helped him, I intended to take my anger out on you first."
Tianshan Tonglao had felt a trace of sympathy, but hearing this, she sneered. "Your own despicable schemes have finally brought retribution upon your granddaughter." Thinking of how Li Qiushui had stripped her naked, fed her that kind of drug, and thrown her onto Song Qingshu's bed, she ground her teeth in hatred.
Yet Li Qiushui said blandly, "Is this really retribution? I don't think it is necessarily a bad thing."
The moment she said that, everyone present looked at her in confusion. She continued, "If not for today's incident, Qinglu would have been defiled by Li Liangzuo, the enemy who murdered her father. And given Li Liangzuo's nature, once the novelty wore off, he would have killed her before long. He would never allow a woman who harbored such hatred for him to remain at his side."
Li Qinglu's face turned pale. She knew her grandmother was not wrong at all. Thinking that not only would she be unable to avenge her father, but she would also have been defiled by his killer, this was better than that...
At that thought, she inexplicably glanced at the man beside her. Their eyes met, and she hurriedly turned away,