Si Wuntian handed all those letters over to Si Tang, telling her that she could deal with the matter as she saw fit. Si Tang thanked him sincerely.
Si Wuntian wanted to see his wife, yet he felt too embarrassed to voice such a request aloud. In the end, he quietly left Si Tang's courtyard without saying anything more.
That was how Si Tang obtained those letters.
Si Wuntian slowly rose to his feet. The overwhelming pressure in the hall intensified instantly, suffocating everyone present.
"Si Wunjian... What do you have to say?" Si Wuntian asked with a dangerously calm voice.
For the first time, the smile on Si Wunjian's face faded slightly, but only slightly. He let out a soft sigh, as if mildly inconvenienced.
"It seems... things have become rather troublesome." Si Wunjian murmured.
His gaze shifted toward Mei Lijuan. 'Tsk, useless woman.' Then, he laughed. It was a low, cold laugh that sent chills through the entire hall.
