As Qin Yue's voice fell, Qin Qing also turned his attention to Qin Yun.
This Qin Yun was so ruthless and cold-blooded.
Originally, Qin Qing had a grudge against Qin Yun, but at that time, he thought Qin Yun was just petulant and foolish.
Yet, Qin Yun could even bring herself to harm an infant in swaddling clothes, showing that she was not just foolish, but wicked to the core.
"You flog my aunt and even spare not a two-month-old child, are you still human?"
Qin Qing glared at Qin Yun with rage.
Qin Yun, however, had an air of cold pride, maintaining her princess demeanor even now.
"How I handle affairs is none of your business, you lowborn country bumpkin," Qin Yun said with a cold stare at Qin Qing, "Instead of meddling in my business, you would do well to think about yourself, Qin Qing. Kneel right now and kowtow to admit your wrongdoings to me. Perhaps I will let you die a dignified death."
"You want me to kneel before you?"
