Ice.
Hard.
The stone ground under his knees was like a piece of ice, and the piercing pain climbed up his numb calves.
Lin Weiyue knelt in the Lin family ancestral hall, surrounded by densely packed rows of people. The dark wooden plaques looked like prying eyes in the dim light. The stale smell of thread and incense floated in the air, making her throat itchy.
She has been kneeling for two hours.
"You still refuse to admit your mistake?"
A sharp voice broke the silence.
Stepmother Wang walked in with small steps. The peonies on her brocade jacket were in full bloom, and the rich fragrance stirred the dusty air.
She stopped in front of Lin Weiyue and looked at her condescendingly, as if looking at a dead dog on the roadside.
Lin Weiyue didn't look up.
She knows, what's wrong with admitting it? It's just a desire to inflict a crime. The original owner lived here for sixteen years and made mistakes every day.
"It seems that the bones are strong." Wang sneered and shook his sleeves. "It doesn't matter, you can kneel down. I just have something to tell you."
She drawled, enjoying the feeling of being in control.
"The betrothal gift from the Regent's Palace has arrived."
There was a sense of pride in Wang's voice that couldn't be hidden.
"Your sister, Yanran, is the legitimate daughter of the Shangshu Mansion. She is a noble woman. How can she go and marry the living King of Hell? So, she won't marry."
Lin Weiyue's heart sank suddenly.
Living King of Hell.
