"What?"
Bai Mengmeng clearly hadn't caught on; she was still sitting in the chair, legs crossed, feeling quite pleased with herself.
"I said, next, it's your turn."
The repetition made her somewhat astonished, and she promptly stood up from the chair.
"Don't joke around, I helped you kill Xia Chaoyang and the old hag."
She thought they were on the same side.
"Hmph, help me?"
Is it not that you yourself wanted revenge? Although, I do have sympathy for what happened to you.
But, no choice, vengeance must be sought."
"Jhiang Yuan, don't be rash, now that Xia Chaoyang is gone, and with heavy snow coming, I can't leave either. Why must women make things hard for each other? Let me go!"
As she spoke, she began to retreat backward.
Behind the chair was a marble dining table, and Jhiang Yuan followed her, closing in step by step.
With a dagger in her hand, she obviously aimed to have the upper hand.