The three men of the Xie family were left speechless, while the Duchesss face turned a sickly shade, trembling with rage.
Yulang looked around, sensing the tense atmosphere. He tugged at his uncle's sleeve and whispered, "Uncle, I think Aunt and my master are about to make someone drop dead from anger…"
Xiao Chenyuan patted the child's head calmly, his expression unaffected. "It's just your imagination."
"But Brother Xie Ling's mother really looks like she's about to faint…"
"Your illusion…"
The Duchess was more than just on the verge of fainting—she was practically about to be driven to her death in a fit of rage!
The voice of Xie Zi Yuan cut through her impotent fury like a sharp blade.
"So, what is the truth?" He turned to look at the Night Wanderer and QingWu.
QingWu shrugged nonchalantly and shoved the Night Wanderer forward.
