"You think you have the right to talk to me about conscience? My mother treated you as her best friend, yet you killed her out of jealousy. Where was your conscience then?"
Wen Zhi asked coldly.
"You're misunderstanding me, I didn't harm your mother," Chong Wanyin kept defending herself: "And your Aunt Qin is innocent, please take me back to find her."
After Chong Wanyin finished speaking, Wen Zhi slowly said, "No need to look for her. It's only because I remember Aunt Qin's bit of kindness towards me that I left her halfway; otherwise, she would've ended up just like you, dead."
When Wen Zhi said the word 'dead', a clear flash of killing intent passed through her eyes.
Chong Wanyin still wore an innocent expression: "Wen Zhi, what exactly do you want to do?"
"What do I want to do?" Wen Zhi had already torn off the mask of pretense from her face: "Didn't Madam understand my earlier words? Of course, I want your life."
