Yu Zhen was caught off guard. He blinked in disbelief. When did this happen? The hollow look in her eyes heightened his worry.
"With whose blood?" he asked in a low, composed voice.
"My birth father."
It was almost as if lightning had struck him. He was beyond the idea of shock. Li Xueyue was not only capable of murder, but towards a loved one at that. She said it with so little emotion that he had to pause and reconsider her personality.
Yu Zhen recalled her origins. Her birth father had supposedly raped Viscountess Bai Yihua. It was a crime worthy of death, especially when it was the reason for Li Xueyue's misfortunes.
"And how did that make you feel?" Yu Zhen said.
"I felt guilty, but relieved. After ruining my life before it even began, he tried to ruin my future as well. What a coward he was, attempting to use me as leverage against his own brother."