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It was A Si!
Even from a distance, Sang Qingxiao recognized him. Or rather, it was due to her doubts that she placed him at the top of her suspicion list. As she caught sight of a blurry figure in the distance, she immediately identified him.
With the Office of Censors going door to door to enforce regulations, no one around dared to look up in this direction. A Si, however, was bold; although there was currently no evidence linking him to Ling Qian, his abilities were strange, his appearances too coincidental, and his actions at this moment were too abrupt. Overall, it was hard not to connect the two.
The two exchanged glances from afar when suddenly rain began to fall from the sky. The raindrops descended like a curse, and as Sang Qingxiao stood under the eaves, she extended her hand to catch a few drops and examined them closely.
This rain acted like an accelerant and an expanding agent combined, carrying the power of curses that quickly spread across her palm and tried to seep into her skin. There was a slight tingling sensation that most people wouldn’t notice, but Sang Qingxiao felt the rainwater's infiltration and marveled at the potency of the Slaughter Curse.
Yong Huai, with his specially enhanced vision, spotted the thin black mist on Sang Qingxiao's palm and instinctively threw several talismans at it. The black mist was quite formidable; it took six talismans before it was completely cleared away.
He looked up at the area drenched by the rain and calculated silently, feeling that even if he risked his life in this endeavor, he might not be able to write enough talismans to clear it all away. Having placed his hopes on Sang Qingxiao, he grew anxious when he saw her remain unfazed.
After urging her a few times, Sang Qingxiao simply replied to wait a little longer. She leaned against the doorframe, leisurely admiring how Ling Qian was caught off guard.
The rain came unexpectedly despite the clear skies. Summer Riri had poured enough rain; after entering autumn and especially during winter Riri, there had been no condensation for two consecutive months. Fortunately, it wasn’t during the planting season, so everyone could accept it.
Ling Qian anticipated that she would act shamelessly but didn’t expect that as soon as she made her move, a heavy downpour would hit her face like a bucket of ice water, leaving her stunned.
The cold was piercingly intense, almost taking her breath away. She nearly became the only human drenched by rain and recorded in history due to her royal status—a source of laughter for generations.
The servants hurriedly tried to help her into the carriage while Ling Qian still thought about playing tricks and ordered them to barge into the Small Tavern.
Qin Junxiang was perceptive; seeing Sang Qingxiao's interest in the rain and Yong Huai's frantic attempts to throw talismans at her hand made him realize that this rain was suspicious and likely harmful. He had already stepped under the eaves ahead of time.
Even so, he still got wet. Dressed in specially tailored clothes for princes made from high-quality fabric, normally such heavy rain wouldn’t penetrate even after soaking for a while. However, today, while the water slid off his clothes' surface, a chilling aura penetrated deep into his bones. Qin Junxiang touched the inside of his clothing; it was dry, yet he clearly sensed that this chilling aura wasn’t an illusion—it made his lips start turning purple.
Recalling those unusual days, a chill settled deep within.
At this moment, seeing Ling Qian about to charge into the Small Tavern, Qin Junxiang couldn't help but hope for her success. If Ling Qian were to truly die inside the Small Tavern, or even just outside of it, Sang Qingxiao would inevitably get embroiled in the ensuing troubles. No matter how hard Qi Xiaomian tried to protect her, it would be a daunting task.
Disregarding the lives of the royal family would surely provoke their wrath. Using this as an excuse, they could imprison her and subject her to relentless torment, eventually forcing her to comply. The troubles of his own body seemed insignificant in comparison.
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