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Sang Qingxiao suddenly felt the urge to confess, so she spoke freely. "I have another name, Sangjie, which means 'outstanding'—a male name."
Qi Xiaomian looked surprised. "Isn't that the one who fell off a cliff and died in exile?"
Sang Qingxiao nodded and then shook her head. "No, I didn't die. After that, I met Old Vine during my childhood and learned all about demon hunting from him. You know he has a wealth of knowledge. I have a good talent for it; just by watching, I learned everything."
She decided not to reveal her experiences of being reborn and continued, "Later, I prepared to leave. The poisonous herbs were ones I took myself; gaining weight was for self-preservation and to conceal my appearance. Once I had learned enough, I jumped off the cliff to escape from exile."
Sang Bai Jue had thought she was useless and only fed her without paying much attention.
She understood his obsession and didn’t want to be associated with him, so she kept everything hidden from him. Even when they were face to face, she acted as usual.
After coming out, she changed her name and appearance; perhaps even Sang Bai Jue wouldn’t recognize her now.
Zhong Kui was a suitable candidate found for her by Old Vine. He had old ties with the Sang Family and was willing to help her by preparing an identity for her.
"I came to Jingjing City to repay the Sang Family for their kindness in raising me. My goal is limited to clearing the Sang Family's name and bringing them out of exile; as for anything more, I have no desire to get involved."
Upon hearing this, Qi Xiaomian looked at her with concern. "Those years must have been tough for you?"
"It was quite manageable," Sang Qingxiao replied. "I disguised myself as greasy, fat, ugly, and weak; everyone in exile looked down on me and wanted nothing to do with me. I was quite content with that."
Sang Qingxiao unconsciously recalled some past memories. When she came back to herself, Qi Xiaomian was still looking at her with pity. Her face flushed slightly as she thought about how much trust she had placed in him. "Is that enough trust? Do you have any more questions?"
Qi Xiaomian sighed. "Silly girl, you've given me so much trust all at once that I almost couldn't handle it. But up until now, what I've done for you seems insufficient; it doesn't seem worthy of your trust. You should keep some things from me. Aren't you afraid I'll let something slip?"
"It doesn't matter if you do," she replied casually. "I'm the child of an external daughter-in-law; the Chongjing Emperor once declared that external daughters of the Sang Family are innocent and not implicated."
"Do you want to guess who my father is?"
Qi Xiaomian could recite the details of the Sang Family by heart; it wasn't hard to guess. There were only a few sons-in-law in the Sang Family—could it be the Right Chancellor?
Sang Qingxiao smiled but said nothing.
Seeing her tacit acknowledgment, Qi Xiaomian pressed on. "And your mother?"
"She died during childbirth," Sang Qingxiao said quietly. "Before she passed away, she was thinking of sending me into exile through Method; I don't know what she was thinking at that time."
"Why do you look at me like that? I'm not sad; I've never met her, so I really have no concept of maternal love. Having never experienced it, how can I feel sorrow?"
"The Right Chancellor would be heartbroken."
"Then let's continue keeping it from him; I don't want an unexpected father figure controlling me."
Having said enough for now, Sang Qingxiao looked out at the dim light cast by the candles and remarked, "This sandstorm will likely turn into smog; it should clear up in a day or two. You should go find those papers."
"Who has they fallen into?"
In various academies, military generals' mansions, and some common people's homes, some had seen the entire paper, while others caught glimpses of key fragments. They must be half-convinced now, waiting for the revelations about Zheng Moru and the Cui Family to emerge, which would serve as mutual verification, leaving the truth in the hands of the people.
Even if there were whispers now, no one would stand up to speak for the Sang Family at this moment. I understand this, which is why I orchestrated a sandstorm to allow the news to spread quietly. Everyone knows what's happening; this is merely a seed. As more related information surfaces in the future, that seed will inevitably break through the soil.
As Sang Qingxiao said, the haze would dissipate in a day or two. When the sun finally showed its face, Qi Xiaomian took the hard-earned papers to present them. On the way, he encountered Mingze. Qi Xiaomian stared at him for quite a while, leaving Mingze feeling perplexed.
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