Wang Jian watched as Xinqiao's tears flowed freely, her silent sobs speaking volumes. He knew that her trust in Feng Xuan was at an all-time low, the perfect moment to strike. 'Strike while the iron is hot,' he thought, a predatory gleam in his eyes. 'Or in this case, strike while the heroine is heartbroken and vulnerable. Much more effective.'
He approached her cautiously, his expression filled with concern and sympathy. "Lady Xinqiao," he said softly, his voice laced with gentle disapproval. "I… I can't believe he would do this to you. I can't believe Feng Xuan would be such a… coward."
He paused, letting his words sink in, then continued, his voice gaining strength. "If it were me," he said, his voice filled with conviction, "I would have torn those elders limb from limb. No one would dare to lay a finger on you, let alone threaten you. I would have made an example of them, a lesson for the entire Crimson Flame Belt. They would have learned never to disrespect you again."
