Hearing this, Jiang Ruxian suddenly froze, her limbs turning cold.
"Actually, a while ago, I had a dream. Did you know?"
"I dreamed that I was killed by a live-in son-in-law named Lin Fan. Not only that, but even the Prime Minister's Mansion was destroyed because of him."
"And after I died, you still wouldn't let me go. Unable to find my body, you destroyed my cenotaph, unwilling to let even a single trace of my existence remain."
"Jiang Ruxian, did you really hate me that much?"
Looking at the silent, stunned Jiang Ruxian, Jiang Lan continued to speak with unnerving calm, as if discussing something that had nothing to do with him.
Jiang Ruxian stared at him blankly, her mouth agape. She didn't know what to say, her heart flooded with an indescribable bitterness and regret.
Because that was, indeed, everything she had done in her past life.
