In the short span of half a month, the once-glorious Han Family had met its complete downfall. Who could look upon their current plight and not sigh in dismay?
The anxiety Ye Shixian had held for so long finally settled.
She closed her eyes, letting out a long, secret sigh of relief.
'Good, she's dead!'
'Who knew what pillow talk that Su Pei'er might have shared with Han Yao? Had she heard things she shouldn't have, or seen things she wasn't meant to see?'
'Besides, if she hadn't tried to kill herself on that sword, this whole affair wouldn't have blown up, and Father certainly wouldn't have been locked away!'
Ye Shixian deeply resented Su Pei'er, so seeing her dead now brought her immense satisfaction.
"Cousin." Ye Shixian stepped forward, her eyes rimmed with red. "Don't be too sad. Su Pei'er was just too headstrong and always acted rashly. She didn't even care for her own body, so what could anyone else have done? Now that she's dead, you could say it's—"
