Farm Girl's Manor

Mo Yan finally understood Weiya’s intention. Her mind whirling, she managed to feign a look of disbelief, "You, you’re lying to me. Bro Xiao has established great merits for Great Chu and is a Great General personally appointed by The Emperor. He is deeply favored by The Emperor, how could he lose The Emperor’s trust and favor? Don’t try to deceive me with these words; I won’t believe you."

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Seeing the look on Mo Yan’s face that she wished to see, Weiya’s laughter became even more charming, "Why would I lie to you? What benefit would that serve me? If you don’t believe me, you can write a letter to your fiancé and ask him yourself."

As she observed the confident Weiya, Mo Yan’s expression shifted gradually from disbelief to doubt, revealing a hint of confusion and fragility in her eyes, "He... How is Bro Xiao doing? Is he very sad? No, no, no, Bro Xiao is so capable, how could he be sad? The Emperor’s censure is but temporary; Bro Xiao will surely recover and regain The Emperor’s trust and favor."

Despite her words, the uncertainty in Mo Yan’s tone was just enough for Weiya to detect.

In Weiya’s eyes, Mo Yan was a somewhat strong but simple-minded woman, never guessing that Mo Yan was playing mind games with her, "Hmph, The Emperor of Great Chu is selfish, small-minded, and narrow-hearted. Otherwise, with your fiancé’s contributions, he would have been promoted to Duke by now! If I am not mistaken, it must be that your fiancé’s merits are too great, making The Emperor of Great Chu wary and thus he finds excuses to demote and suppress him. This is just the first step, and there will be more hardships for him in the future."

Watching Mo Yan’s complexion turn pale, Weiya grew increasingly pleased and continued, "If your fiancé were to give in to despair, that would be one thing, but if he foolishly sacrifices you in a bid to capture us and earn a commendation to regain The Emperor of Great Chu’s trust and favor, when that time comes, we would die, but you would have to die alongside us, and worse, by the hand of the fiancé you love. Would you accept that?"

Mo Yan’s face revealed a panic-stricken look, internally speechless to the extreme. She had to admit this woman was formidable. If she really were only sixteen years old, having been captured for so long without anyone coming to her rescue, and after hearing this speech, she certainly would have doubted her own family, her own fiancé; whether they had given up on her, no longer planning to save her.

Furthermore, being swayed by this woman might actually convince her, step by step falling into the trap laid out, never to turn the tables.

Although she wouldn’t be misled by this woman, the act still had to be played.