Mrs. Jiang was exactly the type of person who couldn't stand seeing others happy and wished ill on everyone—especially someone like Xia Ningxing, who had crossed her. So, needless to say, she was extremely pleased now.
The thought of Xia Ningxing, the star shining so brightly, becoming a widow and being pointed at and scorned, filled her with exhilarating delight.
"What!?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Ningxing's vision darkened, and she almost fainted, unable to accept it.
Having heard that the person she loved most was to be executed by a firing squad, that was the right reaction, wasn't it?
"Xia!" Mrs. Song exclaimed in shock, quickly holding her.
She looked down to meet Xia Ningxing's desolate and tear-filled eyes, "Sister-in-law, is what she said true?"
"Is Lu really going to be executed? Is he really a spy?"
Her throat was sore and hoarse, each word seeming to drain her of all her strength.
Her gaze tentatively sought confirmation.