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"My lady, meeting him in your current state could easily alert him. Once he becomes aware, it won't be easy to deal with him," Zhang Jingxue said, closing her eyes to calm herself for a moment. "You're right; I lost my composure. Miss Sang, you just mentioned that Qi Hao might have many ghosts within him. With so many spirits gathered in one place, could there be any issues?"
The lady was worried about your father and several brothers.
"But I've heard that your brother's family... are they also...?"
Qi Hao clearly told me that he only captured the spirits of my father and brothers; the others are no longer here. Zhang Jingxue's face was filled with sorrow. In hindsight, perhaps it's best that they are gone. Maybe they have already been reincarnated and are living happily in their next lives.
It’s just unfortunate for my father and a few brothers; I don’t know what kind of dark magic Qi Hao used.
"Miss Sang, if your speculation is true, what is the condition of those ghosts within Qi Hao? It has been over thirty years since the incident; he surely hasn't treated them well. Their current state must not be good, right?"
Seeing Sang Qingxiao hesitate, Zhang Jingxue quickly added, "Miss Sang, please speak freely. I want to hear the truth. Over the years, I have imagined their situation thousands of times, even considering the worst outcomes, so I can handle it."
The worst outcome you imagined is that the Underworld has the Eighteen Layers of Hell?
Sang Qingxiao paused before saying, "My lady, I have never encountered a situation like Qi Hao's. I can only offer you a guess."
Zhang Jingxue nodded. "Go ahead."
"You've heard of survival of the fittest, right? The capacity within Qi Hao should have its limits; after all, with too many spirits, he wouldn't be able to manage them well."
"So," Zhang Jingxue interjected, "if my family cannot withstand it, perhaps they have long since... passed away?"
"My lady, this is still just speculation."
But it seemed Zhang Jingxue thought of something; tears suddenly welled up in her eyes. Perhaps they really are gone.
In the first few years after I married him, he allowed me to meet my father's and brothers' spirits once a year. Later on, it was only their voices.
Eventually, he even forbade me from seeing them. After begging him desperately and doing some unspeakable things for him, he finally gave me a few tablets inscribed with my father's and brothers' names.
Qi Hao told me that he had made arrangements with my father and brothers to help them cultivate into Demon Cultivators; thus, he often needed to enter seclusion and couldn't see me. The tablets could transmit messages between us.
Those tablets were intriguing; when I spoke to them, they would display simple words in response—like "good," "understood," or "safe."
I believed that the words on the tablets were responses from my loved ones. Even though I knew Qi Hao was deceitful and not very trustworthy, I still chose to believe it. Perhaps I was just deceiving myself all along.
Zhang Jingxue continued to feel melancholic after speaking. After a while, she suddenly looked up and asked, "Is it possible that Qi Hao is really helping my family cultivate?"
"Madam, why don't you bring that tablet for me to take a look?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Please help me check it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Jingxue had already run off.
The door to the Confinement Room was pushed open.
Qi Xiaopeng saw his mother’s eyes light up and was about to say something when he noticed her tears. "Mother, what’s wrong?"
In Qi Xiaopeng's memory, Zhang Jingxue had never cried before; most of the time, her face was expressionless.
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