"It's your fault alone, right?"
An Jiuyue bent down and smiled at Long Zhen.
"So it's your fault for losing the Demon Suppression Cauldron, but I'm supposed to fulfill your wish and hand the position of the Long family head to your son to ensure that your Long family can continue to enjoy glory?"
She kicked Long Zhen away as she spoke.
"Long Zhen, you've sure got a wonderful plan!"
Long Zhen hit a tree trunk and fell to the ground. Ignoring the pain in his body, he crawled to An Jiuyue and knelt again.
"Master, it's all my fault. Xuan'er is innocent. He—"
"Who sent Zhao Xiaoli to your bed?" An Jiuyue asked before he could finish.
"What?" Long Zhen almost thought he had misheard her.
How was this related to Zhao Xiaoli? She was just a young lady the Zhao family sent to please him. Could it be…
An Jiuyue had mentioned her specifically. He wondered if the theft of the Demon Suppression Cauldron was related to Zhao Xiaoli.
