Chi Xiaoyu suddenly saw the light. So, the mastermind behind this whole chess game turned out to be Grandma Yeh.
She never dreamed that this elderly woman could be so cunning.
Grandma Yeh must have figured out Xue Zheng's scheme early on and, at the critical moment, chose to stand on their side, lending a helping hand.
Otherwise, this time, they might have lost everything.
"So then, is there anything else you're still wondering about?"
"Although the conclusion seems clear, there's still one thing I don't quite understand. I keep feeling like the person I saw that night wasn't Zhuo Yan…"
Chi Xiaoyu thought for a moment before she spoke.
"Weren't the two of them quite alike?"
"Zhuo Yan does bear some resemblance to my Yeh Cangqiong, but he's definitely not the man I saw that night."
Chi Xiaoyu looked contemplative. The Zhuo Yan she saw that night had seemed like a fairly ordinary stand-in, devoid of any particularly striking aura.
