Yue Mingxuan nodded slightly.
Since he had already decided to join forces with Hu Mei'er, then he would have to trust him completely.
Trust those you employ and do not employ those you doubt.
That had always been Yue Mingxuan's way of dealing with people.
Of course, that trust was only what he displayed on the surface.
From time to time, he still used his mind-reading ability, yet he could not detect even the slightest trace of malice from Hu Mei'er.
Even now, he still did not understand the true reason behind Consort Wan's death all those years ago.
Consort Wan had clearly suffered cultivation deviation while practicing martial arts, which eventually led to mental instability.
If someone claimed she had died of natural causes, no one would believe it.
Furthermore, Consort Wan's appearance bore a striking resemblance to Yue Mingxuan's own.
