After Xueling went out, Deyang looked at Qian Wu who was kneeling on the ground and said in a deep voice: "At this point, are you still unwilling to say it?"

Qian Wu lowered his eyes, was stunned for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "Madam, when Qian Wu first came, he was just shocked by his wife's means, thinking that his great revenge might be repaid through his wife's methods. These days, Qian Wu watched coldly. Madam, you are not like the rumors from the outside world. Not only that, your demeanor and character are far superior to ordinary people. I, Qian Wu, conquered you!"

Deyang was silent, his bright red lips were pursed tightly, and his clear phoenix eyes remained sharp.

Qian Wu thought about it before sighing and said, "I guess my wife has thought about what she had just had. That's right, Qian Wu's origin was from the Nangong family. She has some blood relationship with Nangong Ming. To be precise, Qian Wu is his concubine's brother."

"Bang!"

Deyang slapped the table with a palm, and the water in the cup ripples rippled, reflecting her eyes becoming more and more cold. She shouted coldly: "You are from the Nangong family, you run to my wife to be a servant? Where is the Nangong family? Do you want to kill me?"

Qian Wu lowered his eyes indifferently and said softly: "Qian Wu's body is just a little blood from the Nangong family, and he has nothing to do with the Nangong family."

Deyang: “…”

Qian Wu's originally straight back was slightly bent, and he seemed very tired.

"Qian Wu's mother was originally a lady from a wealthy family, but she had a bad relationship because she met Mr. Nangong. Later, after learning about her true identity, my mother regretted it, but she had promised her life, and it was useless to regret it. She had to be a concubine for Mr. Nangong. Unexpectedly, after Mr. Nangong learned about this, she sent someone to arrest my mother and tortured her to death. During this period, Mr. Nangong watched without any sympathy for my mother. Until my mother died, he never looked at her. My mother's family could not afford to offend the Nangong family, and with Mr. Nangong giving them compensation, she would no longer have any trouble. My mother didn't even have a coffin, so she was thrown to the mass grave." At this point, Qian Wu paused.

His voice was a little indifferent and numb. He raised his head, stared at Deyang with his clear eyes as clear as glass, and said softly: "I beg Mr. Nangong to admire the thin coffin and collect my mother's mourning. It is also considered her serving him. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Nangong disagreed, so she let her corpse in the wilderness, and even refused to admit her identity as a concubine. Therefore, I was not recognized by them. My mother is a lonely ghost, and I am just an orphan."

Speaking of this, he paused for a long time before continuing: "Master, don't worry about Qian Wu's identity. For the Nangong family, Qian Wu doesn't even count a dog in their sect."

Deyang was stunned for a while before looking at him and asked slowly: "How old were you in that year?"

Qian Wu smiled hard and replied softly: "Six years old."

"Six years old..." Deyang murmured and stood up silently, slowly walked towards the door.

With a creak, Deyang opened the door himself.

The sun suddenly spread out, and the brilliant hall also quietly wrapped Deyang inside.

The warmth slowly rose, giving Deyang a hint of cold fingertips a hint of heat.

"From the future, let me tell you what you have. If you have any concealment, you will either get out or die." Deyang stepped out and walked out slowly.

She felt a little stuffy and needed to go out for some breath.

Qian Wu turned around on his knees, kowtowed respectfully at the open, empty door, and solemnly shouted: "Yes!"
Chapter completed!