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In the Second Prince's Residence, the thought of losing it weighed heavily on my mind. Would it affect the entire Jingjing City? And what about His Majesty? The Second Prince often sought an audience with him for Ling Qian's sake.
Sang Qingxiao replied that the curse on Ling Qian had persisted for at least ten years. Historically, no one afflicted by such a curse had lived this long. It was unclear where she had learned such dark magic, but she had managed to fend off the curse four times using her unborn child as a shield. As a result, the curse had not spread beyond the residence, though those who lived closely with her had been significantly affected.
I had seen His Majesty not long ago, surrounded by an aura of true dragon energy, his complexion rosy and his health robust.
"That's good," Yong Huai Xin sighed in relief. "Although we have managed to contain its spread, it is not a long-term solution. Miss Sang, shouldn't we make plans early?"
"Oh? What do you have in mind, Lord Yong? Share your thoughts."
Yong Huai's eyes gleamed with determination. "Why not take this opportunity to end it once and for all?"
"You mean... to kill her?"
"Miss Sang, don't think me cruel. In these extraordinary times, extraordinary measures are necessary. This Curse of Slaughter has dragged on for far too long. I heard that woman just lost another child, but who knows how much longer this can be delayed?"
Jingjing City is the heart of the Great Jing Dynasty; if it falls, the entire dynasty will crumble. Killing a member of the royal family is a grave sin. Even with the Yong Family backing him, if discovered, they could face severe repercussions.
"I understand, Miss Sang. We are Demon Catchers; quietly eliminating someone using our skills is not difficult."
Indeed, it isn't hard. However, Lord Yong should first recall what the texts say about the Curse of Slaughter.
Yong Huai chuckled awkwardly. "Please give me a hint."
The Curse of Slaughter is a toxic spell offered as a sacrifice by the Great Demon’s entire clan. They cast this curse not only to seek revenge but also to relish in it; they do not wish for those afflicted to die easily.
If you act rashly, even with noble intentions, you might inadvertently end the suffering of the cursed individual too soon. They may thank you while those who cast the spell will harbor deep hatred towards you. The unfinished punishments could then shift onto you and potentially affect the entire Yong Family if their anger escalates.
Can you afford such a price, Lord Yong?
"I... I didn't realize it was like this."
"Lord Yong," Sang Qingxiao continued, "I actually wish for her death even more than you do. There are many in Jingjing City who care for me; I do not want them entangled in this curse either. However, we must think this through carefully."
"I have already sent someone to Fuzhou to investigate; news will return soon. Let’s wait patiently for a few more days."
Yong Huai nodded in agreement. "If you receive any news, please inform me; I want to contribute as well."
"Lord Yong, does this mean you won't pretend to be ill anymore?"
Yong Huai shook his head. "I was hoping to avoid it altogether and use an excuse to go home for a prescription, returning only after she dies."
But who could have known that the development of feelings would far exceed my expectations? During these few days of waiting for news, I planned to continue visiting the Second Prince's Residence, trying my best to stabilize that woman's condition and keep a close eye on the spread of the curse. It was good that Yong Huai could take on this task; perhaps Ling Qian would stop thinking about seeking her out all the time.
Sang Qingxiao had prepared several medicine packets before Old Vine left and sent them to Yong Huai, advising him to use them daily and not to linger too long at the Second Prince's Residence.
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