The middle-aged man, Jiang Yuanjun, felt uncomfortable hearing this.
He let out a sigh and said. "You know that I don't want to do this, but in order to let our clan survive, sacrificing you is the only choice I have. I don't want to be a sinner who destroys our Jiang Clan's thousands of years legacy… As a member of the Jiang Clan, I believe you will understand my decision one day."
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Jiang Yingyue's beautiful face as she said. "I am always aware that you have never loved me, just like you did to my mother. The family is nothing but a tool for you."
She turned to look at the man who was her father and said with a calm expression. "There are many ways to let this clan continue. You should know that I have a good relationship with the heir of the Long Clan. It's not impossible to ally with them."
