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Qi Xiaomian fell silent after hearing this.
Sang Qingxiao turned to look at him, wondering what he was thinking. "Listening to your Second Prince, it seems something might happen. Are you feeling pity and hoping I would save him?"
His life or death had nothing to do with me; I merely felt a bit regretful. Who was he trying to fool? His brows were furrowed, wearing a look of concern.
Qi Xiaomian could only smile and say, "There is indeed some reluctance, but it's just a fleeting moment. Everyone has their own fate; let it be."
"Don't worry, he won't die. He just encountered such a woman, and his luck has sharply declined. The throne is likely out of reach for him now."
Qi Xiaomian spoke lightly, "You can read fortunes too?"
"Just a little."
"That's impressive! Can you tell me how my fortune looks?"
"Stop joking around and hurry up. I've informed Old Vine to prepare a medicinal bath. You need to go soak quickly to dispel the bad luck!"
Qi Xiaomian was taken aback for a moment. "Just staying here for a while means I need to dispel bad luck? Is it really that serious?"
The term 'bad luck' was just something I casually mentioned; what she was actually afflicted with was a curse—an extremely powerful one that could lead to complete extinction of descendants and cause the soul not even to be accepted by the Underworld after death, deemed too filthy!
Under Sang Qingxiao's repeated urging, the two of them took a bath within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea and sat in the Small Tavern, surrounded by a crowd who were aware of the seriousness yet found it amusing, eagerly waiting to hear the story.
"It's the Slaughter Curse!" Sang Qingxiao said to Old Vine, "Cast by the Great Demon."
Upon hearing this, Old Vine shivered all over and bolted away. "Wait! I'll go take a bath too!"
Old Vine's sudden departure sent the patrons of the Small Tavern into a frenzy.
"Should we also go soak?" Misha asked, especially concerned for the children with weaker constitutions.
Sang Qingxiao waved his hand dismissively. "I just overlooked it; we need to hurry."
Chaos ensued as the Small Tavern closed its doors to guests.
Old Vine was clearly the first one to bathe but ended up being the last one out. He even asked Sang Qingxiao for a bunch of protective talismans, sticking more than ten all over his body from head to toe.
Like Sang Qingxiao, he kept muttering about bad luck! Bad luck! Bad luck!!! If only one could have seen his face at that moment; it wouldn't have allowed bad luck to linger on him for more than a day. "Xiaoxiao, will anything happen to me?"
"What's your situation? Don't you know yourself? Even if we all die, you might still live for several more years."
"Oh right," Old Vine patted his chest confidently. "No need to be afraid!"
With a slight sense of calm settling in, Old Vine immediately erupted in anger. What kind of heinous act had that woman committed to provoke the Great Demon into sacrificing herself and her entire clan, casting such a vile curse?
Sang Qingxiao, we cannot let her off the hook for this. While we may not be able to approach her easily, we can investigate her past in detail.
You are skilled at killing, aren't you? This time, you must take charge for our demon clan. Even if she is a great evil demon, she cannot die without reason, especially considering the annihilation of her entire clan!
There is no need for us to take action; she will face the punishment she deserves.
The Slaughter Curse, though she has managed to shield herself with her unborn child time and again, there will come a time when she can no longer conceive. At that point, no one will be able to protect her from disaster.
She has deceived the Slaughter Curse repeatedly, and its punishment will only multiply exponentially. We need do nothing but wait and watch as her fate unfolds!
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