Dead silence.
In that dead silence, Song Qingyun lightly furrowed her delicate brows and drained the cup of wine on the table, her face flushing slightly.
She was in such high spirits that she simply turned her gaze toward the heads of the thirty-six Aristocratic Families below.
Everyone remained motionless, like clay statues.
This further stoked the joy in her heart.
"Hee."
"Back then, my father wasn't strong enough, and the Zhang Family was the first to step forward and pressure him, wasn't it?"
That family head did not move at all.
"And the Zhao Family-"
"You offered up that woman and drove my father away from my mother-did you really think I didn't know your filthy intentions?"
The head of the Zhao Family remained expressionless and motionless.
Song Qingyun continued.
"The Wang Family bullied our clansmen and then demanded that my father apologize. That was because you knew he'd failed his breakthrough and suffered serious injuries, and you wanted to humiliate him in public, wasn't it?"
"The Duanmu Family embezzled..."
"The Liu Family seized..."
She went through them one by one.
Only after she had finally finished recounting everything did Song Qingyun begin to laugh dazedly.
She hugged the red saber, the flush on her cheeks reflecting its glow, yet her eyes held nothing but a coldness that reached into the abyss.
"Things will be different from now on."
"You're all my slaves. Once I've finished my great undertaking-"
"I'll send you somewhere nice."
"You can consider it atonement for your crimes, one last proper good deed for the Song Family."
Song Qingyun poured another cup of wine.
This time, however, she did not drink.
She picked up the cup, stood, and poured the wine onto the floor, saying softly:
"To everyone who died for me."
"If you have