"Did I malign anyone? Why don't you verify the truth with the person next to you?"
Faced with Jiang Pengji's question, Wuma Jun looked stunned, his heart gripped by uncontrollable fear and cowardice.
"Because you bully the weak and fear the strong, you only dare to confront me but have no courage to verify it with her. In that instant when she showcased her marvelous tactics, it inflicted fear in you, but simultaneously, it filled you with hope—there was hope that you could change your fate. You need her help to ascend the throne. If you could win the throne, even if deep down in your heart you never believed she was your mother, you could still prostrate yourself and submit to her, just like a dog who pleases her. Am I right?"
She aimed at the spot where Wuma Jun burned with pain. With her every word, she attacked his weakness.
"I, I didn't…I didn't…"