Wei Jianxing shook his head slightly at Zhao Lian, indicating that he knew nothing.
Zhang Yuan dressed plainly, and his cultivation was not particularly high. Wei Jianxing had only assumed he was an ordinary Daoist wandering over from another realm, never imagining that Zhang Yuan had such a powerful background.
Never mind Zhao Lian, who had been threatened-even he had been startled to hear it.
"This has nothing to do with the Wei Household. The fault lies with you, Third Princess. Rather than standing here guessing, you would do better to think about what to do next," Wei Jianxing said, washing his hands of the matter completely. It was easy to talk when he was not the one bearing the burden.
"Utterly foolish."
Wei Liu snorted, directing her mockery at Zhao Lian. She glanced at Zhao Chen, who lay on the floor like a lump of charcoal, and her gloomy mood brightened considerably.
Their group had been staying at the White Residence, as had the Third Princess, Zhao Lian, and the First Prince, Zhao Chen. Zhao Lian was tolerable. She frequently went out these days, and even when she had nothing to do, she never came to bother Wei Liu. The First Prince, Zhao Chen, on the other hand, brought his servants to knock on her courtyard gate every few days. He was irritating beyond belief.
Now that Zhao Chen had been blasted into this state, she felt thoroughly avenged. She ought to have a few quiet days ahead of her.
"I'm leaving."
After this sudden turn of events, Wei Liu had no desire to linger. She waved a hand and walked straight out of the White Residence's main hall. Wei Jianxing and the others likewise cupped their hands toward Zhao Lian before leaving the hall together.
Before long, only