"Grandfather seems to know quite a lot," Wen Muqing said lightly, "But it was their own choice to take action, intending to eliminate Lu Mianmian. I never laid a hand on her."
"Yes, you didn't lay a hand on her, but all of this was your scheming, you made them feel a sense of urgency, convinced them that they had to collaborate quickly with the Geng Family through Mu Lan to stand a chance of winning, so they targeted Lu Mianmian. You knew everything but did not intervene, and even after the fact, you secretly disclosed Lu Mianmian's whereabouts to Mu Lan, leading to her misfortune," Old Master Wen said.
Old Master Wen looked at his grandson with approval, "You played this move very well."
Wen Muqing's lips tightened slightly, his gaze indifferent. As expected, Grandfather had not a shred of sympathy for his relatives; to him, even his own grandson was merely a pawn.
