"Must I, personally, ask?"
No sooner had the words left his lips than Han Yuhui fell to her knees with a thud. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face as pale as paper, trembling as she tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, her words were incoherent.
"Your Majesty..."
Yu Wenquan's gaze finally shifted from that pile of silver notes to her.
Since learning that someone wanted to harm Yuan Qian and hearing about the sufferings Yuan Qian endured, Yu Wenquan had been seething with anger, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to tear the mastermind to pieces. Yet now, as he looked at Han Yuhui, who had served him for decades, the anger in his eyes was tinged with heart-wrenching disbelief and unwillingness to accept the brutally painful truth that lay before him.
He said heavily, "It is you."
"..."
"It really is you."
"..."
"Why did you do it? Why did you harm my Yuan Qian!"
"..."
"For whom?"
