Deathly silence.
Within this silence, Song Qingyun furrowed her brows gently, downing the cup of wine on the table and her face flushed slightly.
She was in high spirits, so she casually cast her gaze down upon the heads of the Thirty-six Families.
Everyone was motionless, as if they were made of clay.
This only fueled her joy further.
"Heh."
"Back then, my father wasn't competent enough, and it was the Zhang Family that first forced him into a corner, wasn't it."
That head of the family didn't move an inch.
"And then there's the Zhao Family—"
"You presented that woman, driving my father away from my mother—did you really think I was unaware of your vile intentions?"
The head of the Zhao Family remained expressionless, immobile.
Song Qingyun continued.
"The Wang Family bullied our clanspeople and even wanted my father to apologize because they knew he had failed in his breakthrough and was seriously injured. They wanted to humiliate him publicly, didn't they?"