Chapter 146
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At the noisy gate of the city, after the crowd's discussion, Mu Wushuang clenched the confession book in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Today's humiliation, one day, I will return it to Yun Luofeng!
Thinking of this, Mu Wushuang suppressed the anger in his heart and opened the book in his hand: "I, Mu Wushuang, have committed heinous crimes and have killed countless people."
Killed countless people?
Boom!
Mu Wushuan's words were like a sudden clap of thunder. Everyone's hearts were fiercely shaken. They stared dumbfoundedly at the pale-faced Mu Wushuan. For a moment, they even suspected that there was something wrong with their ears.
Facing the astonished gazes of the crowd, Mu Wushuang kept his head down. His hand that was holding the book trembled slightly: "Not only did I secretly send a message to the Crown Prince half a year ago, asking him to find a man to frame Yun Luofeng on the streets for molesting a beautiful man, causing Yun Luofeng's reputation to go down the drain. I also secretly executed some of the women who pestered the Crown Prince in Long Yuan Country and pushed the blame on others!"
"I was the one who spread Yun Luofeng's reputation of having big breasts and no brains, and being a lecherous love-struck fool. My goal was to make her break off the engagement with the Crown Prince so that I could become the Crown Princess of Long Yuan Country, and ten years ago, I was also the one who made my master ignore Yun Qingya of the Yun family. Most importantly, I have a half-sister, and once, I accidentally discovered that she was infatuated with the Crown Prince, so my sister also died in my hands."
The people of Long Yuan Country did remember that there was a Second Miss in the Prime Minister's Mansion. This Second Miss was not as intelligent as Mu Wushuang, nor was she a direct descendant of the Crown Prince. She was born of a concubine, so not many people cared about her death.
But what they didn't expect was that the Second Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion was actually killed by Mu Wushuang?
This …
Everyone was shocked!
If Mu Xingchou's actions made them sigh endlessly, then Mu Wushuang's actions made them unable to believe it! No one could believe that this elegant and dignified First Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion was actually someone who killed her own sister?
Yun Luofeng smiled faintly. She glanced at the crowd and saw a deathly pale face among the crowd.
In the crowd, Mu Shen took two steps back. His pale face was full of anger as he glared at Mu Wushuang!
"So she was the one who killed Xue 'er! She killed my little sister, Murong Xue, for the sake of the Crown Prince! "Mu Shen's heart was filled with hatred. A raging fire burned in his heart.
The people of Long Yuan Nation seemed to have forgotten that the Second Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion and Mu Shen were both born from the same mother! Now that he heard such explosive news, how could he not feel hatred in his heart?
The people nearby could even hear the sound of Mu Shen grinding his teeth.
"You killed your sister. I wonder if Mu Xingchou knows about this?" Yun Luofeng's lips curved into a faint smile. His demonic gaze gradually swept towards the ashen-faced Mu Xingchou as he asked.
Mu Wushuang's face was also deathly pale. She glanced at Mu Xingchou, gritted her teeth and said: "My grandfather … he knows! Murong Xue is only the daughter of a concubine. I'm the daughter of the legal wife. Do you think that my grandfather would be biased towards a daughter of a concubine? "
Hearing Mu Wushuang's words, Yun Luofeng gently narrowed her eyes. An evil glint flashed across her dark pupils, "The two of you are really worthy of being called grandfather and granddaughter. One stole from his sister-in-law and killed his brother, the other … didn't even spare his own sister! Indeed, even animals have become a family. "
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