C816 It Was Not too Late to Kill Me Now

"It must be a misunderstanding," Han Sheng insisted, not daring to let go. Yan Xiuchuan's grip on his sword was so tight his fingers were white. He wasn't just putting on a show; he truly intended to kill Lan Qingwan.

"A misunderstanding?" Yan Xiuchuan sneered. "Aunt Yang Yun, what do you say?"

Xue Junxuan lay on the chaise lounge, the dagger still embedded in her chest