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Sang Qingxiao prompted, "Think about what you've done!"
"I... I just watched the Bandits get killed, indiscriminately slaughtered. Perhaps those who had no choice but to turn to banditry only picked up weapons for the first time before they were killed."
For these years, I have felt uneasy about my negligence, praying daily to the heavens for their blessings, hoping they would be reborn into better lives.
Even at this point, still beautifying herself, this woman is getting a bit too immersed in her role.
"Am I not seeing it clearly?"
"Oh? Do you have any insights, miss?"
This was her attempt to manipulate me! That would play right into her hands!
Sang Qingxiao said, "Ling Qian! You are neither a living bodhisattva nor a Sea Goddess. Your hands are indeed stained with sin, but they have little to do with the Bandits you speak of. You must have killed other innocents!"
With all your sins, God will collect you; as a mere mortal, I cannot stop that!
Ling Qian was startled and retorted lightly, "How could you not stop it? Aren't you able to open the gates of hell? Before I enter the Underworld, pulling me back should be easy for you."
"You know about this? No wonder you're clinging to me. I'm just someone who can open doors; beyond that, I can't do much more. You think too highly of me."
"The suggestion from Lord Yong is quite good. Witchcraft usually deals with the unorthodox and ordinary curses; they have their methods. Instead of wasting time clinging to me, you might as well set off immediately. By the time you return, you might be that exalted bodhisattva again."
To shake off her entanglement, Sang Qingxiao was willing to waste a few special talismans to escort her there.
A neighboring country? Too far away. Even if witchcraft could truly save her, Ling Qian was unwilling to risk her life on a gamble.
At this moment, Ling Qian still did not know what curse afflicted her; she only knew it was severe. The Demon Catcher she had previously hired mentioned that it might involve others.
She thought for a moment; since they had reached this point and the other party was still unwilling, she would have to force the issue.
This was the path she least wanted to take. Now, with a face resembling a ghost, she feared for her life and feared meeting others. But if her life was at stake, what use was maintaining her dignity?
She instructed her maidservants to open the curtain and, with their assistance, got down from the carriage. The prepared soft couch was placed in front of the Small Tavern, and she began to act shamelessly in the street.
"Miss Sang, may I borrow your doorstep for a moment?"
Sang Qingxiao sneered, "How long do you plan to lie there?"
"I heard your Small Tavern is filled with talismans; perhaps they are working. As I lie here, I feel somewhat relaxed. Miss Sang, such a small place—let me use it for a while."
"You've made up your mind to force my hand."
After saying so much, Ling Qian felt utterly exhausted and simply closed her eyes to rest.
Sang Qingxiao looked at Qin Junxiang and asked, "Are you really going to let her do this? If word gets out, the Second Prince will have a hard time in the Court, won't he?"
Qin Junxiang felt quite disgusted by Ling Qian's actions. The words she had spoken kept echoing in her mind. Ling Qian had completely abandoned her last shred of dignity in front of Riri, which indicated that what she had said earlier was likely credible.
Qin Junxiang turned her head away, choosing not to see or think about it; perhaps she was just tired.
The two remained in a stalemate as the sky grew darker. Just when Sang Qingxiao was feeling restless, she caught sight of a figure standing on the distant wall.
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