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It was Ling Qian, a pitiful figure that even Sang Qingxiao hesitated to call human. Ling Qian was mechanically banging her head against the Whale Skeleton, with such force that it was hard to tell how long she had been doing it. The ground was stained with blood, and without looking, one could tell her face must be unrecognizable.
Yet, a glance was still necessary to confirm whether she was alive or dead. Kneeling beside her, motionless, was A Si, also surrounded by blood.
Qilang stepped forward first. "Miss Sang, she... she is still alive!"
Isn't she still alive? It was unclear what kind of demonic magic was at play, forcing her to kneel and bang her head in penance. Her face was indeed unrecognizable, but her eyes were still lively, shifting from despair to a pleading sorrow, hoping that someone would grant her a swift end.
"Is it the Slaughter Curse?" Yong Huai asked in astonishment, his voice barely above a whisper.
Sang Qingxiao nodded.
Yong Huai sighed, clicking his tongue. This curse was truly terrifying; what was described in books paled in comparison to witnessing it firsthand. It wasn't enough to simply intervene; being struck like this yet still clinging to life meant one had to be tortured to death.
Had I known this would happen, I wouldn't have dared to act. What if it entangled me?
Sang Qingxiao also refrained from acting, focusing all her attention on A Si.
A knife to the abdomen? Suicide! There was even a blood letter left behind, revealing his identity and recounting his past while expressing remorse for his actions. In the end, he even entrusted Sang Qingxiao with the task of burying those from the Whale Skeleton.
Sang Qingxiao was speechless. So many disturbances were stirred up just for revenge and to lead me here to help collect his family’s remains?! A Si—no, he was Jingnan Hui—was simply giving up like this!
Sang Qingxiao found it hard to believe. The letter revealed that he had been deceived by Ling Qian into becoming the Whale Demon. After leaving behind a curse and self-detonating, his soul had escaped and possessed a sickly child. For survival and revenge, he had endured years of hardship and even lowered himself to join a theater troupe.
The brief descriptions conveyed everything yet left many questions unanswered. For instance, how could he control the rain? Why could he command the servants in the manor? A mere sick child could not possibly achieve such feats.
Sang Qingxiao paced back and forth in the Ton Room several times before suddenly stopping in alarm. "Oh no! The palace!"
With that, she hurriedly made her way outside. The two behind her quickly followed.
"Miss Sang, what happened?"
Yong Huai ran along, marveling at the stamina of youth.
Sang Qingxiao reminded him, "Guard Captain!" She instructed Yong Huai to stay behind and seriously told him to always guard the Second Prince, keeping an eye on the palace guards to prevent them from getting too close. It would be best to use runes to protect the Second Prince first.
Qilang asked if the young lady was worried that the Guard Captain had also been compromised. However, just moments ago, the guards in the Prince's Mansion had all been alert.
It was precisely because they seemed normal that they were easily overlooked. A Si was indeed lifeless, yet a sense of unease lingered in my heart.
Jingnan Hui had plotted and endured for many years, only to die so suddenly, leaving behind letters filled with mysteries—it felt wrong. I assumed he still had a backup plan or could pull off a miraculous escape like before; if so, his quest for revenge would continue. Everything he did might just be a ploy to make us lower our guard.
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