"What do you mean by 'framing the Yu Family'? I was just joking," Bei Yun hurriedly explained. "Miss Qiao, please don't misunderstand me. In Capital City, under the emperor's nose, especially since I've had my internal powers sealed by my aunt, how could I frame anyone? I was just joking with the Yu Family."
"Is that your idea of a joke?" Qiao Xiaomai's expression grew even colder.
"Who forced poison on me first? I'm someone with a very vindictive nature, and just as I smashed Jiufeng to pieces, I thought I might as well drag the Yu Family out for a walk, just to give you all a bit of trouble," Bei Yun said as he returned to his smiling demeanor.
Such a serious matter seemed as trivial as deciding what to eat today when spoken from his lips.
What if Qiao Xiaomai and the Yu Family didn't share a deeper connection.
What if Yu Ang hadn't tasted Jiufeng in the early days of the twelfth lunar month.
Then his framing today would have been real.
