Yan Shu's words were sharp and provocative, trying to disrupt Wei Che's position.
Wei Che's expression remained calm, only his slightly narrowed eyes revealed his inner displeasure.
Although his anger was burning, his years of composure allowed him to quickly suppress his emotions. He said slowly, "Yan Shu, if you have anything to say, come to me. Why bother a woman? If you have any requests, just tell me directly."
His tone was calm, as if he was just discussing an ordinary matter.
Yan Shu raised a meaningful smile, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Since you care so much about Jing Zhiwan, then I might as well be frank with you. If Wei Che considers getting engaged to Jing Zhiwan and letting her become a member of your Wei family, then perhaps I can consider letting Jing Zhiwan go and not pursuing this matter anymore. Otherwise...what qualifications do you have to ask me this?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Che lowered his eyes slightly, and a cold and faint sneer appeared at the corner of his lips. The sneer was like a wisp of cold wind, with a hint of sarcasm lingering in it.
He slowly raised his head, slightly raised his chin, and the lines of his neck were hard and firm.
His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring at Yan Shu intently, as if he wanted to see through him.
He spoke slowly and analyzed the situation leisurely, his tone steady but revealing unquestionable certainty: "Master Yan, I'm curious, what leverage do you have over Jing Zhiwan that could convince a woman who values her reputation so much to sacrifice it in order to drug me?"
Having said that, he paused, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, as if he was recalling something, or thinking about more clues.
Then, he spoke again, his tone becoming more determined: "After thinking about it, there is only one possibility, that is, you are holding the lives of her family in your hands."
His tone was firm, as if everything was under his control, and his face was calm and confident of victory.
His eyebrows were slightly raised, with a bit of confidence and pride.
Wei Che's words were like a heavy hammer, shaking the air.
His eyes were sharp as he stared at Yan Shu and the maid beside him, trying to grasp more information from their reactions.
When he made that speculation, Yan Shu did not have any obvious reaction and still maintained a contented expression.
He leaned back slightly, leaning on the carved lounge chair, his posture lazy.
With his right hand, he slowly picked up a plump grape from the fruit bowl, and with a light pinch of his fingertips, the grape skin broke and the juice spilled out.
He put the grapes in his mouth and chewed them slowly. He looked so leisurely, as if everything Wei Che said had nothing to do with him. There was even a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if he was laughing at Wei Che's self-righteousness.
However, in stark contrast to Yan Shu's calmness, the maid holding the grapes had an extremely obvious reaction.
Originally, her hands were just gently holding the fruit plate, her arms slightly bent, her posture elegant and natural.
But when Wei Che finished speaking, her body stiffened instantly, as if she had been cast under a spell.
Then, her ten fingers, like pliers, suddenly grasped the edge of the fruit bowl. Her knuckles turned slightly white from the excessive force, and the veins on the back of her hand were faintly visible.
Her arms trembled slightly, and the grapes in the fruit bowl also swayed gently, making a slight clinking sound.
She lowered her head slightly, trying to hide her emotions, but her slightly heaving shoulders betrayed her inner nervousness and panic.
Wei Che saw all of this and became more certain of his speculation.
He raised his chin slightly, a hint of confidence in his eyes. He glanced coldly at Yan Shu, then looked at the maid, and said with unquestionable certainty: "It seems that my guess was correct."
When the maid heard this, her body trembled again and she almost dropped the fruit plate in her hand.
Wei Che's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and he said directly: "The person whose life you hold in your hands should be this girl."
As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Shu's originally nonchalant expression instantly changed. He suddenly stopped moving and slowly put down the grapes in his hand that he had not yet put into his mouth.
The hand seemed to have lost its strength and rested limply on the chair handle.
He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Wei Che. A cold light flashed in his narrow eyes, like a bottomless cold pool, faintly exuding a gloomy chill, as if it could swallow people.
His thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a cold sneer. The sneer was filled with disdain, as if mocking Wei Che's presumption. "So what if you guessed it? Can it change anything? In Youzhou, the Yan family is not afraid of anyone."
There was a strong sense of provocation in Yan Shu's tone. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes full of arrogance and arrogance, as if declaring to Wei Che the absolute authority of the Yan family in Youzhou.
Wei Che looked calm, not at all intimidated by Yan Shu's aura.
He walked slowly and steadily to Yan Shu, each step he took firm and powerful.
Then, he slowly sat down, his posture erect, like a pine tree. He looked directly at Yan Shu, his gaze devoid of any fear or retreat. He spoke calmly, "Soon, an imperial decree will be issued, granting the Wei family the opportunity to return to the capital. Whether you will seize this opportunity to return to the capital and clear your name depends on Master Yan's choice."
Wei Che's voice was low and powerful, with an unquestionable certainty, as if conveying an unchangeable fact to Yan Shu.
After hearing what Wei Che said, Yan Shu's narrowed eyes suddenly widened, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes, like a wild beast ready to attack.
He leaned forward slightly, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the strain. His voice was cold, as if shrouded in icy chill and oppression, "If I remember correctly, the condition for my promise to kick Zhao Dechang out was to return to the capital. Are the Wei family going to break their promise?"
There was a strong questioning tone in Yan Shu's words, and his eyes were fixed on Wei Che, trying to find a trace of guilt in his expression.
Wei Che looked at Yan Shu quietly, his expression unchanged. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "Promises are important, but fulfilling them also depends on the premise. Master Yan, your actions have made me doubt the agreement between us."
Wei Che's voice was neither high nor low, but every word was clear, hitting Yan Shu's heart like a heavy hammer.
Yan Shu's expression changed slightly, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes. He stared at Wei Che closely, and a fierce confrontation quietly unfolded in this small space...
Yan Shu's pressure was like an invisible force, rushing towards Wei Che, trying to defeat him.
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