The outsiders didn't know who Qin Xiang was.
But the people of this village knew. Qin Xiang was the woman of the hour—the bride Wang Er's family had purchased.
But how was that possible?
Qin Xiang had been kept under constant guard. How could she possibly have had an opportunity for revenge?
Besides, all the dead were men. How could a delicate woman like her have done any of this?
But as Wen Ying's voice faded, the bride, who had been inside the house, truly walked out.
She was dressed in a bright red wedding gown. Her red bridal veil was lifted, but it still hung from her head.
Her delicate face showed no trace of emotion, her limpid eyes simply gazing at the crowd before turning to Wen Ying.
"Are you going to continue?" Wen Ying asked softly.
"Don't they deserve to die?" Qin Xiang's voice was soft and gentle. Instead of answering, she posed a question of her own.
Hearing Qin Xiang's words, those who believed her to be a fragile woman finally understood the truth.
