"Are you sure?"
After a brief daze, Jiang Wanzhao fixed Zou Feng with a piercing gaze, trying to read something on his face.
Facing Jiang Wanzhao's scrutinizing gaze, Zou Feng, who believed his actions were just and his conscience clear, felt no fear. He declared with conviction, "I'm sure!"
"Is it really necessary?" Jiang Wanzhao pressed, unwilling to accept it.
Zou Feng shrugged. "If Senior Sister Jiang had let me treat the poison right when you were first afflicted, it wouldn't have been necessary. But now..."
These words made Jiang Wanzhao's face flush with embarrassment. She had brought her current predicament upon herself.
But the problem was...
What Jiang Wanzhao was too embarrassed to say was that although she was the ancestor to many in the Great Yan's Rakshasa Sect, that was just a matter of family seniority. She herself had never borne children.
