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Mad Woman

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"Don't be ridiculous, Ayana," Wen Ruohan snapped, his voice a sharp blade cutting through the rising murmurs. Everyone stilled, tension crackling like a storm.

Ayana's eyes burned with defiance. "Ridiculous? Wen Ruohan, Niobe told me everything. The Lycans, what you and his father did to them." Her voice dropped to a venomous hiss. "Massacred."

Wei Ying, standing to the side, froze, the weight of her words sinking into his chest. He felt the tremor of past horrors clawing at his throat. Lan Wangji, ever steady, reached for his hand and gripped it tightly, anchoring him.

Wen Ruohan's eyes narrowed, cold as winter frost. "Enough," he growled, his tone low and dangerous. "Has the dark magic clouded your mind? I will not be accused like this in this house."

Ayana, undeterred, raised her chin defiantly. "Dark magic? You of all people should know the truth. Or have you grown so used to your lies that even you believe them?"  Ayana stepped forward. "Perhaps it's time the truth was heard, regardless of whose house this is."

The air grew tense, heavy with unease, as Ayana's accusations hung in the gathering like a storm cloud. The murmurs among the people rippled through the crowd, voices laced with confusion, disbelief, and fear. When Ruohan stood tall, his expression was sharp and cold, a storm brewing in his dark eyes.

"Ayana," he began, his voice low and commanding, "you speak as if you seek to sow chaos among us. Do you truly believe your baseless claims will shake the foundation of this treaty?"

Ayana scoffed, folding her arms. "Chaos? The chaos was already sown long before I spoke." Her eyes flitted to Niobe's father, who remained silent but visibly stiff. "You, too, have much to answer for, don't you?" You know well I speak the truth. Why else would Niobe and Salomi be absent from this gathering? Your secrets are unraveling, Wen Ruohan."

The whispers grew louder, uncertainty gripping the crowd. Filavandrel stepped forward, her golden eyes narrowing as they flicked between Wen Ruohan and Ayana. "If there is truth to these claims, let it be proven. This is no place for petty accusations."

Niobe's father, his face pale but composed, stepped forward, raising a hand to silence the growing unrest. "This is madness," he said firmly. "We are not traitors, nor do we harbor any delusions of hybridity. These are the ramblings of a woman consumed by bitterness."

Ayana laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and cutting. "Bitterness? Is that what you call truth-telling now? Perhaps the crowd deserves to know the extent of the darkness that festers within your alliances."

"Enough!" Wen Qing's voice rang out, startling everyone. She stepped away from Cheng's protective hold, her expression firm, her chin raised, her gaze unwavering. "If you truly cared for this gathering's peace, you would bring your grievances through proper channels, not in a public spectacle meant to shame and divide."