"You! Was it you who killed my brother?" Murong Qing, with no understanding of subtlety, pointed her whip directly at Lin Yuyue and strode over.
Lin Yuyue shook her head, "No."
"Nonsense, you must have held a grudge and waited for an opportunity to kill my brother!" Murong Qing didn't believe her.
Her confident and righteous assertion indicated that she must have come from a powerful family to be so irrational and yet consider it natural.
But Lin Yuyue ignored her, turning to her maid, "Chun Tao, let's go."
"Yes, Miss!" the maid nodded, then stole a glance at Shi Hao, thinking, what a handsome man.
Murong Qing wouldn't agree to let them go, raising her whip to strike, but her wrist was grabbed just as she lifted her arm.
This time, it wasn't Shi Hao, but a middle-aged man who looked rather ordinary, but surprisingly, he was a senior martial disciple.
This was Lin Yuyue's coachman.