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As a man himself, Qi Xiaomian could somewhat guess Niu Dali's thoughts and what he cared about. Perhaps it was just a matter of proof; in his mind, only having a male heir could completely cover up his past. With the child dead, he was of no use anymore.
Thus, the useless child in Niu Dali's hands was treated like a rag, carelessly tossed aside. Niu Dali even exploited him, flaunting his power by killing the imperial physician and slapping the royal family in the face. The princes present dared not voice any objections.
Perhaps in the days to come, there would be a conclusion in Ginger People's heart regarding who held a higher status between the royal family and Niu Xianshi.
Sang Qingxiao sighed again. Niu Xianshi was not so superstitious about the Immortal Statue after all. If he truly believed that the Immortal Statue was omnipotent, he would have long since embraced the dead infant and begged for help.
Across the street from Niu Mansion, as soon as Niu Dali entered, the doors were shut tight. The impoverished citizens who had queued for days could only seethe in silence.
Niu Dali rushed to the Immortal Statue, where Lou Old Woman was cleaning inside the hall. He cursed at her, dismissing her entirely, and threw the dead child onto the offering table before the Immortal Statue, loudly questioning, "Is this your promise to me?! One failed pregnancy after another—you made me wait for four years! Finally, I had a son, and just a few days later, he’s gone!"
"I honor you daily without fail; every task you assigned has been completed meticulously. You granted me new life, and I have given you corresponding returns. Our relationship should last long and well. But you believed!"
The Immortal Statue was displeased with Niu Dali's rudeness and responded nonchalantly, "Four years? Men can father children even at seventy or eighty—why are you so impatient?"
"I do your bidding willingly—even if it means doing evil—but I made one request clear from the start: to bear a precious child. You promised then, yet now I still haven't received my wish. You must give me an answer!"
The Immortal Statue scoffed, "You received a child; you failed to protect him and now blame me?"
"You're supposed to be capable! You can calculate everything—how could you not foresee that my child wouldn't live long? If only you'd warned me in advance, he might still be alive and laughing at me."
The Immortal Statue laughed again derisively. "I once asked you to bring your child before me so I could see him; you refused, Niu Dali. You were wary of me."
"I wasn't!" Niu Dali replied quickly, but his response betrayed his unease.
"Ah, but you were wary of me. I wanted to bless your child, yet you kept making excuses. I never even laid eyes on your child—how could I help determine his fate?"
Many blessed children existed in the city; Niu Dali had quietly investigated and found that none seemed to have issues. If there was any difference, perhaps those blessed children were a bit smarter—they would greet the immortal as soon as they learned to speak, earning compliments from others for their cleverness.
Upon realizing this, Niu Dali felt a chill run down his spine. Therefore, when his son was born, he took great joy but also arranged numerous protective measures around him and for the first time rejected the Immortal Statue's goodwill.
Yet despite all these precautions, disaster still struck.
After pondering for a moment, Niu Dali finally asked, "Did you kill my son?"
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