At those words, Yang Su's pupils constricted. White Tiger Hall again—this vile woman was going to kill someone else.
All these years, he had wondered why so many people loyal to him had died for no apparent reason. So this vile woman had hired assassins to murder them.
No wonder that the moment he fell ill, every shred of power in his hands had been stripped away.
"Have him wait a moment."
Jiang Yulian quickened her movements, her expression growing even more frenzied. Even as she moved, she savored Yang Su's expression, perverse to the extreme.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
Jiang Yuan sat upright in his chair when he suddenly opened his eyes.
A brisk set of footsteps sounded outside the door, as though someone had hurried over in eager anticipation.
As the sound drew nearer, the surrounding maidservants grew tense and lowered their heads without exception.
Following the sound, Jiang Yuan saw a tall woman draped in a dark-gold sleeping robe. Her jet-black hair fell all the way to her waist, and her long legs seemed longer than his own waist. An air of nobility rushed toward him.
With a single glance, Jiang Yuan felt that this woman was poised and grand, extravagance written all over her.
Yet there was still a trace of spring in her brows, and her gaze was somewhat unfocused. One look told him she had not been satisfied.
With seventy years of experience, Jiang Yuan saw through the oddity at a glance.
Damn it, bitch!
She had actually been doing that before coming to see him. This was simply outrageous!
"Old sir, we have finally met."
At the sight of Jiang Yuan, Jiang Yulian's lips curled slightly as she studied the old man with curious eyes.
Ever