Fu Qiao had always known that she was just a pawn, not even aware of who the chess player might be.
From a young age, she had witnessed their ruthlessness, heaven-reaching abilities like those of divine beings, commanding awe.
What could Ye Wanlan do by herself?
"No, not me," Ye Wanlan said indifferently, "it's us."
Fu Qiao was startled: "You… you all?"
Who?
Ye Wanlan looked at her coldly, "We won't give up, and you, you have no way out now."
"What do you want to do?!" Fu Qiao's face turned pale, her lips trembling, "It's all your fault! If Grandpa hadn't met you, he wouldn't have favored you, and I wouldn't have poisoned him!"
People of inherently vile nature always liked to shift the blame onto others.
"Attempted murder of a Calligraphy Elder, I needn't do anything," Ye Wanlan tilted her head slightly, "You already know that, don't you?"
Fu Qiao's mouth hung open, her body shaking violently as if sieved. She certainly knew what her consequences would be.
