Chapter 611: Shang Yu’s Inner Conflict
He Chen sneered coldly, "Last time Xiao Yeyan was shot in the lungs, there might have been complications, and her real purpose this time in sending him back to South Sea was probably to warn Shaoyan not to touch him again."
Li Qiao dropped two ice cubes into her glass with a couple of swirls, making a crisp clinking sound, "Don’t you think there was more to the incident back then?"
He Chen paused with his glass in hand, his expression revealing a trace of melancholy, "Maybe there was, maybe there wasn’t. I’m not too clear about what exactly happened back then, only that Madam Xiao almost died at Shang’s old mansion, and Duke Charlman was furious. He brought a group of Royal Knights to Parma demanding Shang Zonghai hand over Shaoyan."
At that moment, he tilted his head back and gulped down half a glass of wine, his eyes reflecting mockery, "Why do you think Shaoyan came to South Sea? Because if he stayed in Parma, Shang’s would never have a day of peace."
Li Qiao propped her forehead with her hand, a trace of cold laughter in her voice, "He cares so much about his relationships, how could he possibly hurt his own mother?"
"He’s deeply loyal to his own people and indifferent to outsiders," He Chen uttered solemnly, "The deeper the loyalty, the easier it is to be betrayed by your own."
Madam Xiao was a prime example.
Shang Yu was only sixteen, mature for his age but still a minor.
Especially... having personally injured his close kin, he would never get over that hurdle himself, and was doomed to be haunted by psychological scars.
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This night was long and sleepless.