Chen Cang: "No, Miss, it’s impossible for to have misseen or pursued the wrong person. That person disappeared right behind this stone, and it was only a matter of a few tens of seconds."
Xia Wan’an: "And then?"
"And then?" Chen Cang was startled.
Miss clearly knew what happened next, so why was she still asking her?
Although thinking this in her heart, Chen Cang still cooperated and answered Xia Wan’an’s question: "Then I searched everywhere. While I was puzzled, Miss, you arrived..."
Xia Wan’an: "What about after that?"
"After that?" Chen Cang was even more confused about what Xia Wan’an was really thinking. She had witnessed everything that happened next herself, so why did she need her to repeat it?
Chen Cang: "After that, it was when I was speaking with Miss, Han Qingqing erged from the house behind us, and even asked everyone, ’What happened?’"
Pausing for a mont, Chen Cang still couldn’t help but lean close to Xia Wan’an and asked in a very low voice, "Miss, weren’t you also at the scene? Why do you still ask ?"
"Huh? Chen Cang, what did you say?" Xia Wan’an suddenly raised her tone, looking at Chen Cang in surprise: "You said, why did the black-clothed person who attempted to assassinate Han Yixiao disappear each ti after pursuing him? And coincidentally, after these two assassination attempts, Aunt appeared?"
Chen Cang was stupefied: "..." That’s not what she was talking about at all!
Chen Cang was just about to speak, but before she could say anything, Xia Wan’an interrupted her, taking her words back: "That’s true, Chen Cang, you didn’t ntion it, I hadn’t noticed this point!"
With this prompt from Xia Wan’an, many of those present cast doubtful looks towards Han Qingqing.
Seated in her wheelchair, Han Qingqing still had gentle and beautiful eyes, and even the tone of her voice was as pleasant as silk: "Wan’an, are you suspecting , a person who has been disabled in a wheelchair for twenty years?"
Upon saying this, the doubts in everyone’s minds were swept away cleanly.
Indeed, Han Qingqing was disabled. How could a disabled person who couldn’t even walk attempt to assassinate Han Yixiao?
Xia Wan’an: "Then I would like to take the liberty of asking Aunt, to what extent are your legs disabled?"
Han Qingqing: "They’re ruined, I’ll never be able to stand again. The nerves have died, there’s no sensation."
Xia Wan’an suddenly beca even more puzzled: "That’s even stranger then..."
Zhang Te, who was always talkative, said: "Madam, what’s even stranger?"
"If Aunt’s legs are ruined, the nerves dead, without any sensation at all, then why did Q whip Aunt’s legs?" The more Xia Wan’an spoke, the more baffled she beca: "Q beat Yixiao so viciously, as if he really wanted to beat the life out of Yixiao, then how co when it cos to Aunt, he specifically targets the legs that don’t feel anything? Isn’t this treatnt too differential?"
Han Qingqing slightly pursed her lips, but her expression remained without any panic or flaw: "It was just a coincidence that ti, it happened to hit my legs."
"So Aunt ans to say, at other tis Q didn’t hit your legs but sowhere else? Then Aunt..." Xia Wan’an said, as her gaze slowly fell on the green bracelet worn on Han Qingqing’s wrist: "... that Jade Bracelet on your wrist, has been quite lucky not to have been hit by the whip... otherwise, I imagine it would have shattered by now, wouldn’t it?"
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