By the end of March in the Imperial City, the weather had already warmed up.
But Lu Changling felt the bone-chilling cold from her core rising up, spreading through her limbs from the soles of her feet.
Then it seeped into her heart, bit by bit.
It was chilling to the bone.
"So, all these years you've been investigating what happened back then, right?"
Wrapping the shawl tightly around herself, Lu Changling walked over and sat in the corner of the sofa, looking at Lu Changchuan with resentment, "Since you already know, you should also know, I'm just a trivial character in all of this. What, or does it mean even Ninth Master Lu is indecisive at times, so you decided to start with me, the easy target?"
A hint of scorn appeared on her face involuntarily, before Lu Changling spoke, Lu Changchuan's brow furrowed coldly, "The mastermind, the planner, the participant... rest assured, none will escape!"
