Mo Lan looked at her, pursed her lips, and as an observer, she had no right to offer any advice.
"You are the only daughter of the Yue family and the rightful heir. Yue Dewen shouldn't let you off easily, right?"
“That’s right. From the beginning, they were determined to eliminate me completely. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been tracking me down along the way.”
As she spoke, Han Shuang couldn't help but touch the crisscrossing scars beneath her veil, giving a self-deprecating smile.
"In the end, my whereabouts were still tracked down by the people of Le Lou. That vicious woman Yue Linglong disfigured my face and wanted to take me back to headquarters. If she hadn't been disheartened and let her guard down when she saw my disfigurement, I wouldn't have been able to escape."
"It's really funny to think about it. I used to be proud of the music pavilion, but in the end, I was forced into a corner by it. In order to survive, I had no choice but to flee to the borderlands, where the music pavilion had no roots."
Listening to Han Shuang's account, Mo Lan nodded. No wonder she found her in that remote place. If she hadn't intervened, the child wouldn't have even made it to the border before she died.
"I didn't expect my wound to worsen, and coupled with days of exhaustion, I collapsed on the roadside and was found by him."
"The boss is right."
Sigh, what a melodramatic soap opera. However, as Han Shuang said, "A person's greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant." A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment. Even doing good deeds should have its limits.
Once you cross the line, you'll be the one who suffers in the end.
Habit is a terrible thing. Once you get used to something, reaching for it becomes increasingly natural.
The human heart is the most unpredictable thing. Once the scales in one's heart tip, one's mindset begins to change.
"Your grandfather founded the music pavilion, and your father carried it forward. There must have been many helpful people who benefited from it. Could it be that all of them have turned against you?"
“My father did have many old subordinates, but many of them left for various reasons. Some were also driven away by Yue Dewen using his position. Years of suppression made those old men who had worked hard with my father disheartened. Some left, some scattered, and there were very few left. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been chased so miserably.”
"Looking back now, my father bears the greatest responsibility for this disaster. His old subordinates had privately warned him that Yue Dewen was not behaving properly, but my father did not believe them and even reprimanded them. After one or two such incidents, no one dared to offer any advice. In the end, the root cause of this disaster was my father's nepotism."
The idea that a son should not speak ill of his father, and the resulting tragic consequences, always leaves one feeling uneasy.
If my father knew this from beyond the grave, he would surely regret his actions; the price of his life was far too high.
"Yue Dewen is still alive?" Mo Lan looked at Han Shuang.
“Yes, the entire Le Lou is now under his control. Killing him alone is not enough to vent my hatred. Since everything started with Le Lou, I want him to be destroyed along with Le Lou.”
The music pavilion belongs to the Yue family, and the thieves have no right to control it.
"Then what were you doing down the mountain before? You didn't get revenge and instead got yourself into a mess of murders?"
“I killed all the other participants except for Yue Dewen and Yue Linglong, including Yue Dewen’s most valued son.”
After speaking out about what had been weighing on her mind, Han Shuang felt much calmer and her thoughts became clearer.
"Yue Linglong ruined my face, and I retaliated tenfold. That woman cares most about her face. I just don't know how she is now." She dripped corrosive poison on me, and I'm afraid she'll never recover.
Mo Lan: "..."
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