There were some things Yu Ci had no need to tell Xue Zhi. He had his own judgment.
Only one night apart, Madam Xia and Xue Zhi, two beauties, had both knelt at his feet, equally grief-stricken and desolate. Yet the difference between them was too great to ignore.
Madam Xia's posture could be wrung full of water.
It was evident enough from the people she had arranged to deal with Xue Zhi.
That night, Xue Zhi's consciousness had been muddled. She remembered only Baiyi and Crimson Yin, yet omitted the most crucial figures: Madam Xia and Murong Qingyan. The two she had seen were the least meaningful ones.
If Murong Qingyan had been an indispensable figure from Flying Soul City to Xi Yu Lake, then in the interest of secrecy, why involve Crimson Yin and Baiyi at all? Was she afraid the secret would not be exposed quickly enough?
Later, she claimed she had never intended to hide it from Yu Ci. If that were truly so, would it not have been better to contact Yu Ci a step earlier and have the two sides privately exchange favors?
Examined closely, the reasoning behind it did not hold water.
More importantly, Madam Xia's account had omitted the most crucial matter:
Where did a heroine among women like her place herself?
Madam Xia was absolutely not the sort to sacrifice herself for others. Otherwise, if she had thought even a little of the child in her womb, she would not have waited until the last moment to use the Embracing Jade method, much less transfer it into Xue Zhi's body. As for her husband, You Can, she practically regarded him as a mortal enemy.
In the final analysis, everything she did was still for the sake of consolidating her own power