"Madam, Yang Wanling was never truly dead," Si Mingjing explained, her face calm, neither arrogant nor rushed. "She always had a heartbeat; it was just rather weak. I bribed the Chief of the Police Station, and he released fake news to the public, so everyone thought she had died."
"What?" Madam Ye was stupefied, but then she had a sudden realization. "So that's how it is? She wasn't dead?"
But then a problem arose. Ye Qinghan's handsome brows furrowed tightly, and he glared at Mingjing. "You bribed the Chief of the Police Station to release fake news that Yang Wanling was dead. What were your intentions?" If Yang Wanling hadn't 'died,' would the Ye Family be in such a passive position?
Old Master Ye and Madam Ye both looked up at Si Mingjing with puzzled eyes, waiting for her explanation.
