Mu Xiaojiu's fingertips tensed as she cast her gaze downward, yet she remained silent.
Baili Xia shook his hand again, "Then let me ask you, Uncle, do you really want to see him live a life full of guilt? If you kill or cripple his sister in front of him, how do you expect him to live with that for the rest of his life?"
"I didn't intend to kill her," he replied. He simply wanted someone to take her to the island and let her fend for herself for a few years, to give her a chance to reflect.
Considering she was Nangong Che's beloved daughter, he wasn't about to go that far.
He always felt guilty towards the Nangong Family, which was why, over the years, he had tolerated Nangong Yun becoming increasingly presumptuous under his watch.
"But even if you don't kill or cripple her, you'll surely punish her severely. Such punishment might be even more terrifying than death or disability."
