Xie Yun stared at Duanyang.
Duanyang was a bit uncertain, "Did I find the wrong person? Aren't you Xie Yun?"
Xie Yun abruptly stood up, "I am."
Duanyang breathed a sigh of relief, "You, you're okay?"
"I'm not okay." Xie Yun gritted his teeth, "Sister Rou is dead, killed by Wen Xingzhi, and I want revenge for her."
Duanyang's eyes widened sharply, blurting out, "Miss Wen is dead?"
Could Wen Xingzhi really harm his own sister?
This thought had barely crossed his mind before he immediately realized he was wrong. A person like Wen Xingzhi could absolutely do it. With Wen Xirou causing so much trouble for him behind his back, Wen Xingzhi had every reason to kill Wen Xirou. Their sibling bond was thinner than paper.
"Dead, Sister Rou is dead." Xie Yun's eyes flashed with a red light, filled with unbearable hatred, "Wen Xingzhi said he would present Sister Rou's head to the new emperor as a coronation gift, so Sister Rou killed herself."
Duanyang: "..."
