Ms. Qin clutched her chest, her tears flowing freely. "Ye, Ye, that wretched man is pure evil! What is he doing here? Why hasn't he met his end outside? We must devise a plan to rid ourselves of him!"
Zhao Ye seethed with irritation, humiliation, and rage.
When he had first entered the mansion, he was but a mere child, fully aware of his status as a lowly concubine's offspring, miles apart from the rightful heir of the Zhao Family.
The moment he set foot inside the Zhao Mansion, it left him awestruck. He had never beheld such opulence, such an exquisite abode, or tasted such sumptuous fare.
From that day forward, avarice began to creep into his heart.
Ms. Zheng had shown mercy, refraining from tormenting the trio, which only stoked his arrogance. As he grew older, his ambition and greed swelled beneath the surface. He concealed his true nature, yet in reality, he had long ceased to care about Ms. Zheng and Zhao Shu.
