"Whose dagger is this?"
Before Cui Hua could speak, Mo Hengjian hurried to say, "Sir, this dagger is not mine. This vile woman shoved it onto me after killing Grandfather to clear her own name."
Last night, after Mo Hengjian calmed down, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. He was no fool; he knew that murder was punishable by death. He deeply regretted acting impulsively and killing someone. So, he spent the entire night thinking about how to escape this?
Eventually, he decided to pin it on Cui Hua. There was no other way; only the three of them were in the room at that time. If he didn't frame her, he would be doomed. As the saying goes: "Everyone for themselves, or they face heaven's wrath," and also, "Even an ant fights to survive, let alone him!"
Indeed, faced with the prospect of the guillotine, Mo Hengjian cowered. He was willing to sacrifice the life of the woman he claimed to love most in exchange for his own.
