Su Muyan angrily shouted coldly: "Let go!"
She looked grim and struggled hard, but was pushed against the pillar by her eldest brother.
His low voice echoed above his head: "This plan must not fail again."
Su Jingming's tone was cold and serious, "Even if it means losing face, you must succeed."
Su Muyan listened to his words, her eyes blazing with anger: "Is this what you want to say? I don't need you to remind me!"
"You don't understand." Su Jingming leaned close to her ear and lowered his voice again, almost whispering: "When father said 'just find someone', he meant someone who could be useful to him. For example, Wei Shangshu from the Ministry of War, or..."
Su Muyan's whole body stiffened, and her body felt like she was falling into an ice cellar.
My chest felt like it was being mercilessly hit with a sledgehammer by my loved ones.
Minister Wei loved to torture beautiful women. The concubines in his mansion were either killed or went crazy, and everyone in the capital knew about it.
Su Jingming continued speaking in a low voice.
"They'll squeeze every last bit of value out of you, like a commodity waiting to be sold."
Su Muyan's heart ached.
Suddenly, she remembered the time in Jiangbei. Her brother would take her horseback riding and outings with a smile, would pluck willow branches and weave rings for her, would rub her hair and say with a smile, "Whoever Mu Yan wants to marry, I will do whatever you want."
But now...
Su Muyan couldn't help but feel her eyes getting sore and hot. She forced herself to close her eyes and lowered her head so that the people in front of her wouldn't see how miserable she looked at the moment.
"I understand, brother, can you let me go?"
Su Jingming had no intention of letting go. Instead, he took a step closer and kept a close distance.
"One last question, what exactly happened between you and Zhao Ju that day?"
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