As soon as the words fell, the air suddenly became strange, and Zong Zhengli's smile froze on his face.

After a while.

Then he said, "What do you mean?"

Qin Ye looked straight at him, "Do you really need me to speak very frankly? Don't you know what you have done?"

Sometimes, speaking too directly will only embarrass both parties.

Zong Zhengli's eyes suddenly darkened.

What she meant was that she knew that the murderer who pushed Yao'er down the stairs was him?

He did things cleanly and efficiently, leaving no evidence, so how could she know?

She couldn't have known.

She was probably testing him, trying to get him to talk.

Zong Zhengli still had a puzzled look on his face, and asked in confusion: "What do you mean by this, Princess Chen? I don't quite understand."

He always used that gentle and harmless face to deceive everyone. Even the former Qin Ye believed that he was innocent and that his life was pitiful and worthy of sympathy.

But now it seems that everything he presented was fake.

"Forget it if you don't understand," Qin Ye said, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

She took out a dark brown ceramic jar and placed it on the table, "I'll return your things to you."

A small can of lubricating oil.

Some time ago, someone pushed Yao'er down the stairs and put the blame on her, but she endured it. Now, he wanted to use the same method to harm her unborn child, which touched her bottom line.

She has no such friend!

"This is my last time coming to Li Wang Mansion."

Zong Zhengli's pupils shrank slightly. Her cold words exploded in his mind, causing his breathing to tighten.

"Qin Ye..."

"No matter what you did in the past, I don't want to pursue it anymore, good or bad. From now on, we'll go our separate ways, and next time we meet, we'll be strangers."

Qin Ye looked at him coldly, and every word he spoke created a distance between them.

"From now on, if you are hostile to me, I will not show mercy!"

With a cold voice, he turned and left.

Zong Zhengli stood up hurriedly, "Qin Ye!"

Reach out and grab it.

The woman dodged to the side and slapped back with her backhand. The powerful internal force of the palm was so strong that Zong Zhengli was caught off guard and retreated seven or eight steps, falling onto the stool.

Breathing is slightly disordered.

He covered his chest and looked at the stern-faced woman, who looked so distant and indifferent, as if they had never known each other before.

"Why?"

He was unwilling to accept it. "Qin Ye, why? I killed Yao'er, but I didn't mean to hurt you. From the time we met until now, I have never meant to hurt you, and I have never done anything to let you down!"

He swore that every word he said was true.

He liked her, even though she was King Chen's woman, he still liked her, because he loved her, he couldn't bear to hurt her in the slightest.

Because he loves her, he is willing to do anything for her.

At that time, the prince bullied her, and he was so angry that his nightmare recurred and he killed the prince.

If Qin Ye wanted to distance himself from him, he couldn't guarantee what he would do in the act of madness.

Qin Ye sneered: "Pretend, keep pretending."

The evidence is irrefutable, and he still refuses to admit it, as he bribed the maid Xiaowu and used the slippery oil?

"Your Highness Prince Li, you have worn the mask for too long these years and forgot to take it off. Even you can't tell the difference between the real and the fake. Do you think your acting skills are perfect and all the audience are fools?"

She treated him as a friend, and he treated her as a fool.

Regarding the poison, the monster's two deaths, and the slippery oil, she could be stupid once, but to do it over and over again, do you think she has no brains?

Without wanting to say anything more, I turned and left.

“Don’t go!”