Jiang Wei's roar continued, "Jiang Muwan, at your core, you are just like the people of the Jiang Family, only caring about your own interests, regardless of the life and death of others. The old man always said that out of all the people in the Jiang Family, you are the most like him, and that statement couldn't be truer."
Jiang Muwan herself did not know, but Jiang Wei and the rest of the Jiang Family did.
In her bones, Jiang Muwan carried the old man's bloodline. Even though she was later raised by the Song Family, the ladylike demeanor and the elegant aura of an aristocratic family daughter that she presented on the surface were all an act. Jiang Muwan's bones were filled with the blood of hell, pitch black without a hint of bright red.
