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At first, Qin Junxiang did not believe Ling Qian's words; he thought they were just tricks of hers. Angered by her lack of respect for him in public and feeling that she would soon be of no use to him, his fury surged, nearly causing him to lose his composure. He simply ordered his servants to drag the madwoman back.
With the coldest gaze and the gentlest tone, he said, "Qianqian, if my servants are a bit rough with you later, it's for your own good."
Even though Ling Qian had once been enchanted by Qin Junxiang's gentleness years ago, after spending more time with him—especially in the last two years—she had seen through his true nature. She had felt lost, distressed, and wronged. Occasionally, she would think that perhaps this was her retribution. But at least she had tasted the power; without love, she would strive for a high position.
Qin Junxiang's reputation in the court was growing better and better, and Ling Qian felt proud to be associated with him. They were so close to success, yet unexpectedly, this time the backlash was severe.
Ling Qian felt the passage of time acutely; the power that was within her grasp seemed to slip further away. How could she accept that? Qin Junxiang no longer had feelings for her; shouting and causing a scene would only make him loathe her more. Ling Qian forced herself to calm down and recalled her former self.
Taking a few deep breaths, she called out, "Qin Junxiang."
Upon hearing her voice, he merely frowned and remained unmoved. Ling Qian's breathing grew heavier as she struggled to suppress her anger. She tried to soften her tone. "Qin Junxiang, will you trust me just this once? I know these days have been hard on you because of me. But killing me would only provide you with a temporary escape from me; in the long run, my existence holds greater significance."
"Yes, you've been in contact with Fuzhou all these years, thinking you control everything. But without me, your brothers won't let go of that lucrative piece of land in Fuzhou easily, will they? Just by fabricating some rumors about how I've wronged you, your established authority in Fuzhou could collapse in an instant."
"Qin Junxiang, I was indeed muddled before; suddenly waking up from that state has left me uncertain how long this clarity will last. So I may have been a bit hasty. I will do my best to control myself and not put you in a difficult position again. Please let your servants withdraw; I still have some words to share with Miss Sang regarding our lives and deaths."
Ling Qian's calmness reminded Qin Junxiang of the past but also made him worry about the truth behind her words. As he reflected on his physical condition over these days—paler than usual, more dreams than before, increased irritability, worse memory—he realized he had been rather unlucky lately.
Moreover, even his usually obedient horse had avoided him like a plague; whenever he approached it, it kicked at him. The livestock and birds in the estate were mostly dead now; even the talking magpie intended for tribute to the Empress Dowager had died just three days after arriving at the manor.
Qin Junxiang's thoughts drifted back to the servants in the estate as he recalled hearing from Butler Li that several of them had died as well.
The more Qin Junxiang thought about it, the more uneasy he became. It must be a coincidence, right? Could it really be as Ling Qian said, that their fates were intertwined?
Qin Junxiang tried to regain his composure, but his subconscious reactions betrayed him. To outsiders, his face suddenly turned pale, and his hands, hidden beneath his sleeves, trembled uncontrollably.
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