Shangguan Yun was right, she had nothing more to lose, but they couldn’t risk their children and the entire family behind them.
Several people’s faces turned livid with anger.
Consort Wang said coldly, "Isn’t your son still alive? Aren’t you afraid that your actions will implicate him?"
Shangguan Yun sneered arrogantly, "When I conspired with the Xuanyuan Family and was demoted to a commoner, my son wasn’t implicated. Do you think a trivial matter of framing a few of you will cause my father to take it out on my son?"
These words were not false.
The King’s tolerance and favoritism towards Shangguan Qing was well known.
Consort Wang clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, "What exactly do you want?"
Shangguan Yun said with a half-smile, "I don’t want anything, I just enjoy seeing you all scared. When I have had enough, I’ll hand this evidence to my father. At that time, we can all go underground and see my mother together!"
"Lunatic!" Consort Chen stomped her foot.
In the next room, Gu Jiao and Gu Chengfeng clung to the wall like octopuses, with their ears pressed against it.
"Hmm, it seems they’ve left," Gu Jiao said.
Xiao Hen peered through the crack of the door at the departing figures, thinking, hmm, I know that too.
Gu Chengfeng stepped away from the wall, straightened up, and asked in confusion, "But I don’t understand, why not directly make demands of them? For example, ask them to exchange evidence that framed the Xuanyuan Family?"
Back then, how many accusations against the Xuanyuan Family were fabricated by these noble families?
If we get the evidence, we can clear the Xuanyuan Family’s name.
Gu Jiao said, "We can’t take the initiative to speak, it would reveal our bottom line."
Never reveal your bottom line to anyone, having no desires makes you invincible, not having demands is the biggest demand.
Make your opponent willingly present all their chips to you.
These were words spoken by the Godfather.
Gu Jiao thought that the arrangement made by Aunt was correct.
If Shangguan Yun revealed her desire to clear the Xuanyuan Family’s name, Consort Wang and the others would know she didn’t want to die, she had something to ask for, and they could bargain with her.
In that case, they might use those pieces of evidence to threaten Shangguan Yun.
Now, let them beg Shangguan Yun, rack their brains to find her a reason to live.
The evidence to clear the Xuanyuan Family’s name would be delivered to Shangguan Yun, and it would likely be far more than just evidence.
Consort Wang and the others fussed all night, and only in the dead of night did the entire Qilin Palace enter a quiet dreamland.
Xiao Jingkong slept on Xiao Hen’s side tonight, the reason being that Aunt had been kicked several times by his little feet and didn’t want to sleep with this little monk with bad sleeping habits anymore.
Gu Jiao went to the courtyard to remove the last piece of gauze from Hei Feng King; its wounds had completely healed.
Gu Jiao patted its head.
In three days, she would take Hei Feng King to take over Hei Feng Camp.
The path they were about to take was finally set right, but there was still a long way ahead. They couldn’t slack off for a moment, couldn’t put on airs because of a temporary victory. They had to remain vigilant at all times, ready for battle.
"Give it to me." Xiao Hen walked over and said.
Gu Jiao was startled, "Hmm? Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
Xiao Hen took the gauze from her hand, raised his other hand, and tidied the hair at her temple, "You haven’t slept either, have you?"
Gu Jiao murmured, "I came to check on Hei Feng King."
Xiao Hen said, "I came to see you."
His gaze was intense, gentle, and filled with her presence.
Gu Jiao blinked.
This guy was getting more and more unruly. Whenever no one was around, he would flirt with her, suddenly hitting her with a gaze that could kill. He was becoming a walking hormone, and at this rate, she wouldn’t be able to resist.
From a physiological point of view, as her body gradually matured, she indeed became more susceptible to male hormones.
It’s not my problem, it’s the hormones.
Xiao Hen hadn’t said anything yet when he saw the little girl shaking her head incessantly. He laughed and said, "Why are you shaking your head? Are you saying I shouldn’t be looking at you?"
"Look," Gu Jiao said.
Xiao Hen smiled softly.
Gu Jiao suddenly bumped her little head into his chest, her forehead pressing against his firm chest.
He stretched out his strong, slender arm and gently patted her shoulder, "Tired?"
Gu Jiao, with her forehead against his chest, shook her head, "I’m not tired, this is for Aunt and Grandpa. They’re so old, yet they still have to worry about so much. Aunt doesn’t like scheming, she likes playing cards in Bishui Alley."
Xiao Hen laughed, "Aunt likes playing cards, but she likes you even more."
Your safety and peace are Aunt’s greatest joy for the rest of her life.
"Hmm." Gu Jiao didn’t move, just stayed nestled in his embrace like a lazy little calf.
She rarely had moments of such relaxation, only in front of him did she slightly release her fatigue.
These past days had indeed worn her out.
It seemed that since entering Dayan, she hadn’t stopped, from the polo match to Gu Yan’s surgery, to the fights with the Han Family and the Nangong Family, to the struggle for Hei Fengqi... she was as busy as a non-stop spinning top.
She was worried about others being tired.
But never remembered how tired she herself was.
Xiao Hen looked at the little head in his arms, his eyes deepened, and he said, "Three months at most, I’ll end this in Dayan."
Gu Jiao, "Hmm."
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