Heavenly’s voice turned chilling when explaining: “He went to kill my granddaughter, so do you believe he should die or not?”
Ji Sky shot his head up in shock regarding that statement. He’s exceptionally flustered upon locking onto the tiny milk bun at the center of this family.
Gu Lao wanted to hurt Miss Ling Yan after I left?
That guy… How dare he do such a thing?
The little young miss is merely a child; how can he bear to harm a baby?
“That’s not all.” Elder Butterfly cuts in with a grin, “That old thing somehow got his hands on a drug that strengthened his powers to the limit. Even I wasn’t his opponent when he nearly murdered the little young miss. If it weren’t for the miss returning in the nick of time, perhaps Miss Ling Yan and I would’ve died back there together. Such a bastard doesn’t deserve to live.”
Doesn’t deserve to live?
The crowd fell into stunned shock.
Does that old thing believe he’s a True Celestial or something? Even a True Celestial wouldn’t arbitrarily determine a person’s worth of living. So, what right does someone like that have in determining a child’s fate?
Gu Ya’s face was white as a ghost with a panic-stricken look in those eyes: “What did you say? I don’t believe this, and I refuse to believe that Gu Lao went to make trouble for Ling Yan. I specifically told him not to harm her, so why would he do such a thing?”
Gu Ya’s heart ached uncontrollably. For thousands of years, she has been without family. Yet, it was Gu Lao who kept her company through thick and thin. Losing such an essential member in her life felt like someone ripped a part of her soul away.
“It’s all my fault…” Gu Ya tightly clasped her head in agony as the sobbing tears caused her voice to be an incoherent mess. “All my fault, Gu Lai died because of me. I caused his death. I hurt the people closest to me…. ooowooo.” At last, she bursts out crying for all to hear until the whole battlefield could listen to this noise.
Unfazed by this scene, Heavenly’s gaze remains cold and harsh towards this woman. “If you’re done crying then answer my question. Are you the one who leaked the news of my disappearance?”
Almost instantaneously, Gu Ya’s mourning cry stuttered for a brief second and transformed into a fluster.
She may be grieving, but she also knew that admitting to this situation would cause her to face a fate worse than death.
Pursing her lips as she responded: “I didn’t, I admit I framed Mrs. Di, but I didn’t betray everyone. Monarch, if you are angry with me then you can kill me, but I won’t admit such a crime that I didn’t do.”
This battle has caused too many losses towards the Monarch Manor.
“Clearly, it’s you.” Ji Song tightly clenched her, “You’re the one who leaked the news. I can tell from the first time I asked you this question. The panic you showed back then was too obvious.”
Gu Ya quivered: “What evidence do you have that I did it?”
“I…” Song became speechless for a moment.
That’s right, she’s able to determine it’s Gu Ya but had no evidence. Without proof, it’s the same as making a fruitless accusation.
“Monarch,” the former morbid child turns to Heavenly, her eyes solid and persuasive, “although I don’t have evidence but I am certain it’s her.”
Gu Ya continues to force herself to be calm because she knows that’s the key to her survival. Any panic would be seen through and thus exposing herself.
“The monarch himself said so that one needs evidence. Without evidence, it can’t prove I did it.”
