Mu Ren stopped dead in his tracks. His brows furrowed, and he turned to fix a grim, dark gaze on the woman nearby. "You say I have a grudge against this woman?"
Aunt Kang was stunned.
She wasn't a fool; otherwise, she couldn't have hidden in the Prime Minister's Mansion for so long without leaving any leverage against her. But her activities had always been confined to Da Qi, so she was unaware that Mu Ren spent his years in military encampments. There were many things she assumed he knew that he, in fact, did not.
For instance, that the woman now slumped on the ground was the very same Lord Xiao Shen from all those years ago.
She cautiously studied the man's expression, clawing back a shred of reason from the depths of her hatred and jealousy.
Recalling Prince Yun's expression just now when he'd said he would take the woman, it was clearly not resentment. It was a kind of detachment she couldn't quite decipher.
