Let them gasp beneath my feet.
"How dare you?" Before Jiang Muwan had a chance to respond to Yang Shan's words, a powerful and resonant voice appeared out of nowhere from outside the crowd.
As the sound arose, the onlookers unconsciously made way, seeming to welcome the arrival of the third person in this conflict.
The voice arrived before the man.
Jiang Muwan knew it was Yu Se's voice even before she saw the person.
"Where do you get the audacity to criticize others? Didn't your parents teach you the principles of being human and the basic norms of conduct when they raised you? A concubine, daring to lose face in public, who taught you this?"
Yu Se's figure approached from a distance, and Jiang Muwan felt somewhat dazed, as if she suddenly saw a deity who had just stood in the temple appearing in front of her.
It was a strange feeling; as Yu Se slowly approached, she didn't see a person's figure, but rather a majestic mountain moving toward her slowly, offering her support,
