Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

Heheheheh...

If not that she still had to put on her pity act, Feizen would've liked to cross her arms and look down at Angzen arrogantly.

'My dear, dear, sweet brother. It's your words against mine. So do you have any evidence? Naive!!!'

Feizen felt overly confident, watching her idiotic brother give Dorian and Chan-ki a knowing look.

Following that, the youngster moved his fingers very strangely, causing her to frown.

What was this all about?

For some reason, she started feeling uneasy. They wouldn't truly have evidence with them, would they?

Could it be that someone leaned close to her parents' bedroom window and took a voice recording on that fateful day?

Impossible! She had checked the whole place before committing the deed. So how can that be?

Evidence or no evidence... That was the question.

Everyone was still immersed in their own thoughts, not noticing that a fraction of all papers stuck around the space had a few symbols on them briefly lit up before fading away.

And now, those outside wouldn't be able to listen in anymore. Additionally, no one could leave too.

"Chan-ki, the root."

"On it, Grandmaster."

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With swift movements, Chan-ki unlocked the strange wooden box he carried, traveling its contents to the few peeking eyes.

[All 4 witnesses.]: Why would these people be carrying a box full of strange supplies?

They looked at the scene with confused faces, still staying silent even now.

It was funny that they, who were taken as court judges, hadn't said a single word since the brother-sister duo began rambling about their grievances.

When in doubt, silence was the answer.

Everyone watched Chan-ki take out a transparent tube with a strange root inside it.

Eh?

Why did this thing look like a Mandrake root?

But this was strange. What Mandrake root was green in color?

Everyone watched the boy place the tube on a nearby table.

It appears he didn't want to use it now?

No one here was sick or needed some medicinal benefit the Mandrake root might have. So what purpose was it here to serve?

Peculiar... Very peculiar.

The more this case progressed, the stranger things were.

But they didn't know that the best was yet to come!

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Taking out his pendant, Dorian turned towards Feizen.

Everyone was taken aback. You have to know that since they got here, this guy had been standing as though he and his guard were the only ones in the room.

He had a lazy but powerful air that subconsciously made them dare not disturb his space.

His actions weren't rude, but just... How can they put it?... Just right down listless!

So seeing him take a bold stand with a straightened back, everyone subconsciously felt alert...especially the guilty culprit.

"Mrs. Fei."

Bubuum.

Feizen's heart joked the moment she heard her name. Of course, she still maintained her teary look.

"Yes... Sir, I don't know what my brother has told you, but they are all--..."

"Mrs. Fei."

Dorian's lazy voice cut her short of words.

His translated action meant: I'm not here to bicker with you, but to state a fact.

'So noisy.'

Dorian was already getting annoyed.

"Miss Fei, from a young age till now, you've always worn a mask on your face. What you show the world isn't your true self. You pushed your parents to hate your brother and even went as far as framing him repeatedly. But this isn't where things end... Do you recall a girl named Hulan Ming?"

Feizen's pupils dilated at a visible rate.

'Hulan Ming? How did this boy know of that b**ches name?'

Feizen's fear was evident, and all 4 witnesses soothed her pale face.

Hulan Ming. Wasn't that the girl who drowned by the river due to an unfortunate accident 10 years ago? Why did this youth mention her name?

Could it be?...

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"Mrs. Fei. You're responsible for her death."

"You lie! Our talking nonsense!!!"

Feizen was so agitated that she forgot to pretend. How can this youth know the matters that happened in her younger days?

What? Did you think she was her current husband's first choice?

No! That b**ch Hulan was the one her husband loved. So it was only eight for her to get rid of the vixen!

Did she regret it? Not a chance! If given the opportunity to go back in time, she would do it all over with no remorse.

The b**ch had it coming! How dare she try to marry the man she (Feizen) fancied?

Death was too cheap for her.

Feizen's only regret was that someone might have seen her actions during the incident and relayed the news to this youngster.

No!... No! She couldn't accept this charge! Who wanted to go to jail?

"Don't listen to him, don't listen to him!.. He's lying! He's lying!"

Kizing, Bozing, and the other 2 elders turned cold, seeing her frantic appearance.

They were more inclined to believe she was the murderer instead.

What was so painful was that Hulan Ming's father was amongst the 2 elders.

"You wicked girl! You did it, didn't you! You killed my Lan Lan!!!"

"Elder Ming, elder Ming, calm down!" In a flash, all 3 men hurried to hold elder Ming back.

That was his only granddaughter.

In their family, they had boys and boys only for generations and generations.

Hulan Ming had been the only girl to be born in their boyish family for a long time. So one could imagine how much elder Ming had sorted on her.

Tears streamed down his face when recalling the scene of her lifeless body being brought over to him.

"Let me go! I said you should let me go! I must avenge Lan Lan!!"

The old man almost had a heart attack when thinking about how well he treated Feizen, taking her as Lan Lan's replacement because they were good friends.

"My Lan Lan!!!"

Elder Ming fell into deep despair.

Revenge! He wanted revenge for his beloved granddaughter!