Yun Batian knew that Yun Lu would not believe his words.
After all, he also acquiesced in the rumors of killing Yun Haotian and his wife, which led to almost everyone thinking that he did it because they criticized Yun Ling.
He wasn't going to explain anything, after all, he had promised Yun Haotian.
Ye Qingran had been observing Yun Batian's reaction, and roughly guessed from the expression on his face that there might be something hidden in this matter.
A glint flashed in her eyes, and she said, "Yunlu, if I guess correctly, the Wuxin of Soul-Chasing Wings is your grandson Yunxin, right?"
Yunlu's eyes suddenly flashed with panic, and he stared at Ye Qingran, "What do you want to do?"
Ye Qingran shrugged and did not answer the question directly, "On the road that day, I was chased by the sea of clouds unintentionally. Was it your plan?"
After Yunluo was stunned for a moment, he sneered, "So what if it is? So what if it's not? Anyway, I'm about to die alone, so what do I have to be afraid of?"
"You're a fool, you don't want this old life, what about Yun Xin? You said that if he dies before you, the white-haired man will give the black-haired man a gift, what will you do?"
"Impossible! I have already let him go. As long as he goes to the territory of Baifu, Yunfu will never catch him!"
"So that's it!"
Ye Qingran glanced at somewhere in the crowd from the corner of his eye, "It seems that I can only kill you. As for Yun Xin, the future is long, isn't it?"
As soon as the words fell, a sharp shout came from the crowd: "Let him go!"
People looked at the speaker in surprise.
It was a young man who looked very ordinary and unfamiliar.
who is he?
However, Yunlu quickly gave them the answer: "Xin'er, why are you here? Didn't I ask you to leave Yun Mansion?"
Yunlu was completely panicked now.
Before, he asked his grandson Yun Xin to pretend to be Ye Qingran to deliver a letter to Yun Zhongyue. Knowing that the matter would eventually be exposed, he took precautions and arranged for Yun Xin to leave Yun Mansion.
After all, his wife, Yun Xin's grandmother, is from the White House, and there are people taking care of her there.
Moreover, once they go to the Bai Mansion, the people in the Yun Mansion will no longer have the ability to hunt down Yun Xin.
"Grandpa!" Yun Xin erased the effect of the Yi Rong Dan and returned to his true appearance. He was a handsome young man.
"Xin'er, why aren't you obedient?!" Yunlu was almost heartbroken.
Yun Xin is his only grandson!
He has already lost his son. If he loses his grandson again...
"No..."
"Grandpa, we must die together! If I live alone and carry the blood of the Yun clan, I will feel sick wherever I go. What's the point of living?"
The hatred in Yun Xin's eyes was no less than that of Yun Lu.
This young man from the Yun tribe has lived with bone-gnawing hatred for the past twenty years of his life.
Yunlu couldn't accept it.
"Yun Batian, one person does the work and the other takes the responsibility. I do everything. If you want anything, come after me. He is innocent! Let him go. If you want to kill him or chop him into pieces, it's up to you!"
Yunlu knew that from the moment he missed, the outcome was doomed.
There was no way he could kill Yun Batian, not ever.
He hated it, hated it to the extreme, hated Yun Batian's madness, and hated his own powerlessness.
At this moment, his only wish was not to kill Yun Batian, but to save his grandson's life.
"Since you are a sinner and guilty of treason, in view of your status, you should be sent to the Cloud-Slaying Platform together."
Ye Qingran spat out quietly.
Yunlu didn't know that the daughter of Yun Ling, the mistress of Zhulu Peak, could be so cruel and ruthless.
Even in extreme despair, he still wanted to fight for a chance of life for his grandson.
"Yun Batian, back then you promised my son Haotian not to kill his son. Are you planning to break your promise and get rich now?"
Ye Qingran sneered: "Yun Haotian told you this back then, but he didn't tell you why he caused the murder?"
Yunlu was stunned.
Ye Qingran continued: "What you know are all rumors. If the truth is indeed as rumored, why doesn't Yun Haotian dare to tell you the truth? Or is it that the truth is simply too difficult to tell?"
Ye Qingran's tone became sharper and every word was precise.
Yunlu's pupils trembled and he lost consciousness for a while.
Ye Qingran pointed at Yun Batian, "Yunlu, you said he was cruel and sent your sons to the Yuntai Platform just because they criticized my mother behind her back. Do you have any evidence?"
"evidence?"
Yunlu gritted his teeth, his attitude no longer as strong as before, "What evidence do you need?!"
"Everything has to be based on evidence, right? Only the mentally retarded will follow what others say."
Yunlu was speechless. He indeed had no evidence, but he believed that this matter did not require evidence. Everyone knew that Yun Batian was a devil!
"And you, what is the truth, you can't tell it? Or is it someone you promised to keep secret?"
Yun Batian looked at Ye Qingran in surprise, obviously surprised by her words.
Seeing his reaction, Ye Qingran knew that she had guessed correctly, so he continued: "Have you ever thought that maybe for Yun Haotian's family, the truth is what they want most?"
Yun Batian's eyes darkened and he began to think, and soon he asked a question, "How old is your grandson?"
Yunlu didn't expect that Yun Batian would suddenly ask this question. After thinking about it, he still answered, "Twenty-one."
"It's already over twenty." Yun Batian suddenly sighed.
"I once promised your son, Yun Haotian, to help his child keep that secret until he reaches adulthood."
Yun Batian said softly, suddenly feeling that time is like water.
"What do you mean?"
Yunlu's heart suddenly trembled, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.