Mo Lan rolled her eyes dramatically and turned away, clearly done with the argument.
But Mo Ying wasn't. He turned slowly toward San Na, the only one who had remained silent through all the chaos.
"And where were you when all this happened?" he asked, stepping toward her.
Every head snapped toward the two of them.
San Na, calm as ever, stood with her hands neatly folded and her expression perfectly composed.
She let out a soft sigh before speaking in a low, gentle voice, too gentle, almost rehearsed.
"If you think I'm responsible for this… that is truly hurtful, General," she said. "As my husband, you shouldn't even suspect me in the slightest."
The way she looked at him, with those same eyes he had grown tired of, those sly, calculating eyes made his jaw tighten.
"You still haven't answered my question, San Na," Mo Ying said, voice turning colder. "Where were you when everything happened?"
San Na gave a tiny, practiced laugh, like she was amused.
