Xue Peijun's breathing was a little hurried as she looked at the scene unfolding before her eyes.
The emperor’s favored minister, Grand Master of Ceremonies Guo Yanjun, was dead—his throat torn open, blood spilled onto the ground, a shocking sight.
She turned her gaze to the divine general in front of her.
"This, this is—"
Yuwen Lie was brief and straightforward, his voice cold:
"You are Xue Daoyong’s daughter. Jiang Yuan does not trust you."
"And that implicates Qin Yulong as well."
Xue Peijun’s heart was filled with complicated emotions.
Her nature was free and easy, which allowed her to make a connection with Qin Yulong while wandering in Jianghu.
They felt a mutual affection and married without informing Xue Daoyong.
She had always harbored some worries before.
She worried that her own background might somehow affect Qin Yulong.
But those worries had never before been as direct and harsh as they were now, leaving Xue Peijun somewhat dazed.
Yuwen Lie glanced at the Qin family mansion and said, "Pack your things."
Xue Peijun was momentarily stunned.
She bit her lip, understanding that her husband was not on the same side as Yuwen Lie.