She scoffed and smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes. "Have you forgotten what you've done?"
Nie Qingru was used to such situations. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her tone became tough. Then, she turned sideways and coldly said, "You're still young and don't know anything. I have my own reasons for doing things. I didn't do it for no reason."
"Your own reasons?" Qiao Nian found it ridiculous.
She looked at her grandmother, who did not even dare to show her face. "I'm very curious. What reason could make you kill your daughter with your own hands? Does your daughter know the reason? Will she understand your difficulties and forgive you for making her die early?"
"Do you think I don't dare to touch you?!" Nie Qingru's face, hidden under the sunhat, sank. Her eyes narrowed into pinpricks, and her lips were pursed. Her face was sharp, and it was obvious that she was really angry. She was even exuding killing intent.
Ye Wangchuan pulled the girl back. "Come here."
He tilted his head slightly and looked at the enraged Empress with a smile. "Why don't you try touching a finger of hers?"
He was different from Qiao Nian.
He was not so arrogant as to show off his ability. He looked more like a noble young master from a prominent family. He immersed himself in the upper-class circle from a young age and had long developed a mask of a gentle appearance that did not show true his emotions.
However, anyone who had also been in the upper circle knew that people like Ye Wangchuan were often the most terrifying.
They played their tricks to the point of perfection. They might not fight you head-on, but no matter what, they would not be afraid of you.
If one wanted to play, such people could often play it to the death!
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