Feng Yun clicked her tongue.
"Crown Prince Chunyu, it's truly laughable. If even the nonsensical babble of a three-year-old child accidentally hits the mark, why feel guilty?"
"Three years old? No wonder no one believes you."
Chunyu Yan touched on the coldness in his beautiful eyes and hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, saying indifferently, "Do you remember General Xie Xian? He was the Qi Army commander in the battle in Bingzhou fourteen years ago. After the defeat, Xie Xian died in battle, and subsequently, more than seventy of his family members were executed..."
Feng Yun's complexion turned even uglier.
That battle was not only a disastrous defeat for the Qi Army and the destruction of the Xie Family, but it was also the source of tragedy for her and her mother. Her clan's disdain for her began then, and the seed of her mother's death was sown...
Unwilling to think further, even less to say anything more.
She stared coldly at Chunyu Yan.
