Really, even if Qin Shen had the slightest doubt,
he'd be willing to believe that she was the floral demon.
When Su Xue appeared, he could have come over and asked her.
Asked her why she appeared in the grove back then.
Or simply ask directly, "Mù Qiānxún, are you the floral demon?"
Would it kill him?
As long as Qin Shen had asked, no matter how much Mù Qiānxún disliked Qin Shen, she wouldn't deny it.
But Qin Shen sentenced her without even asking.
Ou Zun caught the key point.
"Did you meet with Qin Shen?"
"I did," Mù Qiānxún said angrily, "but when he saw me, he didn't believe I was the floral demon at all. Instead, he yelled at me, asking why I was there. Do you think he's gone mad?"
Ou Zun could hardly conceal his amusement.
Thinking about the "emotional grievances" between Mù Qiānxún and Qin Shen, it really wasn't something that could be explained in a few words.
