Bab 1838: The Successor to the Throne Can Only Be Hao'er

Xiajun Yanwu refused to admit to her crimes even till now. The more she behaved this way, the more disappointed Xiajun Yanting was in her.

Xiajun Yanting gripped Xiajun Yanwu's collar tightly. "Yanwu, you're the reason why things ended up in this state. No one can save you now."

"No, Brother, I am your younger sister!"

"When you harmed other people, have you ever considered that I'm your older brother? When you killed Father, have you ever considered he's your father?" When Xiajun Yanting said this, he felt his heart ache.

Under Xiajun Yanting's cold gaze, Xiajun Yanwu involuntarily shivered.

"Speechless?"

Xiajun Yanwu's fingers were trembling. Her face had stiffened as she shook her head vigorously, blabbing frantically, "No, no it wasn't me. No, it's her… She used hypnosis on me!"