Madam Su felt a chill shoot up her spine as Lin Caisang's piercing gaze fixed on her.
She knew that her defeat this time might mean even the Empress herself wouldn't bother with her any longer, because she was fully aware of all the unforgivable actions Su Wan and his family members had committed in Lotus Commandery over the years.
Including herself, who, relying on her status as an old servant of the palace and inflamed with vanity, thought nothing of the deaths of a few commoners—they were insignificant and unworthy of fear.
In her own hands, she also held the lives of several people.
Not to mention her precious daughter, whose hands were stained with countless blood, so much that she had long lost count.
"I want news of Lin Baizhong, will you talk, or will you not?" Lin Caisang asked faintly.
"Lin Baizhong has long been dead!" Madam Su yelled at her.
How would she know where Lin Baizhong was? It was her daughter who had arranged it all; what did it have to do with her?
