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Once again, someone was pitied by Li Ke.
Sang Qingxiao listened in confusion, noting that the security level of Niu Mansion was comparable to that of the imperial palace, and perhaps even surpassed it. How could a defenseless woman possibly traverse layers of guards and kill that innocent baby?
Old Vine replied that when Niu Dali returned to inquire, he received answers that revealed a series of coincidences connected to a mastermind with some skill. At least half of the people in the mansion were facing torture, yet they still had not uncovered the instigator.
What about that lady now? Oh, it was tragic; among the tortured, she was suffering the most. All her limbs had been severed, yet she remained defiant, cursing as she went. Niu Dali hoped she would divulge more information, so he hadn’t silenced her. However, it was even worse for her; her lips had been cut off, her teeth knocked out—she was unrecognizable. Still, she held on, claiming she wanted to wait and see Niu Dali's retribution. But no sooner had she spoken than her eyes were gouged out. It was truly a horrific sight.
Old Vine sighed for quite some time; others felt equally distressed.
He continued, "When I returned, Niu Dali was instructing the palace guards to strengthen the city's defenses at the highest level. He really believed himself to be the master of Ginger. His self-satisfied demeanor made it hard for anyone unaware to realize he had just lost his only son."
The bloodshed in Niu Mansion was beyond what mere words from Niu Dali could describe. The inn was neither too far nor too close to Niu Mansion; just as they spoke, a faint smell of blood wafted through the air. Ordinary people could clearly smell it too; many windows in the inn were hastily closed as people peeked outside. Sun Rongniang had already shut the main door and was counting supplies in the backyard, fearing there would be nowhere to shop in the coming days.
With a worried expression, she muttered to herself, "I wonder how long this chaos will last."
Sang Qingxiao asked her if Ginger was often this chaotic.
Sun Rongniang sighed again, "There are too many factions; the royal family is ineffective. It’s always this messy. Previously it was just minor skirmishes, but this time... I can see there's going to be more trouble. If you have nothing else to do, it's best to leave early."
Sang Qingxiao casually remarked that the city gates were closed; how could they leave?
Sun Rongniang laughed lightly, "You can manage it; don’t pretend with me. I won’t pry further. Letting you leave is for your own good; no one can predict how mad Niu Xianshi will become."
In the following days, the bloodshed from Niu Mansion spread throughout the entire capital. The daily death toll increased exponentially; Niu Dali seemed to grow more exhilarated with each kill. He even took some time to stroll through the palace.
It was heard that those who had offended his consort were tortured before the emperor until they were left with only a breath of life. The next day, they were gone without a trace—just rolled up in a mat and tossed into a mass grave.
To avoid public criticism, the royal family casually assigned blame without daring to mention Niu Dali's name and even cleaned up after him.
Underneath this suffocating tolerance from the royal family, Niu Dali's ambitions swelled further; he hadn’t even visited the Daoist temple since then.
Using the excuse of capturing the true culprit and neglecting other matters as a cover-up for his actions, he managed to deceive many citizens while still having sensitive individuals notice his growing rift with the Immortal Statue at the temple.
As a result, unfamiliar faces began appearing among those queuing outside the temple—unlike those who sincerely sought help; these newcomers were well-dressed and calculating rather than devout.
The scent of intrigue grew stronger; would the Immortal Statue truly abandon Niu Dali and choose a messenger instead?
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