Jun Xian took a deep breath, getting the full picture, and was amazed at the intricately laid out plans of Jun Wu Xie.
How old was she?
It was terrifying, even though this was his own granddaughter.
The little girl who kept herself holed up at home, was much more decisive, and capable than many men he knew, how deep was this girl?
Jun Wu Xie did not kill with her own hands, but her orders had caused a sea of bloodshed in the Imperial City.
Not just Jun Xian, bothe Jun Qing and Mo Qian Yuan were both shocked by Jun Wu Xie's control of all that happened.
Mo Qian Yuan looked at Jun Wu Xie in awe, feeling a deep sense of relief.
Fortunately for him, he had been allied with Jun Wu Xie. Otherwise, he would have died under her hands sooner or later.
"You….. wanted me here, not just to hear all this, but to protect me. Am I right?" Mo Qian Yuan suddenly realised.
Jun Wu Xie just looked at him in silent consent.
