Chapter 38: The Inner Demon
Song Qingyuan gently brushed aside her son's sweaty hair, her fingertips touching his warm skin. The sense of peace she'd regained, her back, tense all night, finally relaxed for a moment. But the relaxation was fleeting, replaced by a frozen lake with a turbulent undercurrent beneath.
She stared quietly at the iron piece in the system space that was completely black and seemed to absorb all light - the Heart Demon Attractor.
"Tianbao, how do I use this thing?" Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing someone's dream.
[Master, the Heart Demon Guide is a causal item, and its usage is quite special.]
Tianbao's voice was no longer as lively as usual, but rather solemn.
It requires a medium, an object with a strong causal connection to the target. Simply put, it's something that holds special meaning for the target, such as a personal keepsake, cherished jewelry, or a thoughtful gift from someone else.
Once you attach your inner demon to this medium, it will follow the causal line and directly lock onto the target's soul. Silent and defenseless. Unless the target can sever the causal connection with the object, the inner demon will remain forever!
A gift of extraordinary significance...?
Wen Yue's pitiful face instantly appeared in Song Qingyuan's mind.
A professional "little white flower" is best at getting gifts of "affection" from men. And for her now, the most precious thing is undoubtedly the reward from Shen Yanzhi.
"Does she have anything given by the prince?" Song Qingyuan asked.
[Let me scan it... Oh, of course there is! ]
Tianbao's tone regained some of the gossip flavor
It's a white jade peace locket, supposedly put on her by the prince himself! She treasures it so much she wears it day and night, even taking it off to bathe. This is a top-notch medium, Master!
A peace locket worn by myself.
The corners of Song Qingyuan's lips curled up in a faint, cool arc. It couldn't be better.
She was thinking about how to get to the peace locket without anyone noticing, when she suddenly heard the maid's cautious voice outside the door.
"Your Highness, Madam Wen is here. She heard that the young master was ill, so she specially prepared some tonic soup and said she would come to visit."
Song Qingyuan's eyes moved slightly.
You came just in time.
She could almost guess Wen Yue's mood at the moment.
She must have been unable to contain herself and wanted to see her "masterpiece" with her own eyes, to see how desperate and painful Song Qingyuan was, and to see how her son was dying on the sickbed.
Perhaps, she would even shed a few hypocritical tears and say something like "Sister, I am sorry for your loss" to appear more kind and soft-hearted in front of the prince.
"Let her in," Song Qingyuan instructed calmly, straightening her clothes. Her face revealed a hint of haggardness and sadness. She turned to look at her son, who was breathing steadily on the bed, and her heart calmed down.
Acting? Who can't?
"Master, master, do you want to redeem a "Movie Queen Possessed" experience card? It'll instantly improve your acting skills and fool everyone! It's only 99,800 now, no cheating!" Tianbao lost no time in launching his sales pitch.
"No need." Song Qingyuan refused in his heart, "My own acting skills are enough to deal with her."
Her current emotions were half real and half fake. Her heartache and fear for her son, her despair and vulnerability, were a trap specially prepared for Wen Yue.
Soon, the sound of soft footsteps approached. Wen Yue, dressed in a simple white dress, walked in gracefully, carrying a lunch box. Her unpainted face was filled with worry and anxiety, and tears welled up in her watery eyes, as if they would fall at any moment.
"elder sister"
As she spoke, her voice was choked with sobs. "I heard that Jing'er...how is he? I was so worried that I couldn't sleep well all night. This is the snow swallow I stewed myself. It's good for the child's health. You should give it to him to try."
As she spoke, she was about to step forward, her posture like that of a kind aunt who cared about her nephew.
Song Qingyuan raised her hand to stop her, her voice hoarse and full of traces of crying: "Thank you for your kindness, sister, but Jing'er... he can't eat anything right now, and the imperial physician is helpless. He just told us... just told us to prepare for his funeral."
When she said the last four words, she seemed to be unable to hold on any longer. Her body swayed and tears just happened to slide from the corners of her eyes and drip down her pale cheeks.
This tear, like a key, instantly opened the gate of "pride" in Wen Yue's heart.
Done!
Wen Yue was ecstatic in her heart, but her face became more and more sad.
She quickly stepped forward to support Song Qingyuan, tears in her eyes also fell: "Sister, you must take care of yourself! How could this happen, Jing Ge'er is such a cute child... How could God be so blind!"
She was crying so hard that her eyes were filled with tears, and her shoulders were shaking slightly. Anyone who saw her would feel pity for her.
Song Qingyuan leaned on her, as if he had found his only support, and said in a broken voice: "My poor child... I'm useless and can't protect him..."
The two of them "huggled each other and cried bitterly" for a while, and the atmosphere was extremely sad.
At this moment, Song Qingyuan's face, leaning on Wen Yue's shoulder, was filled with a bone-chilling coldness in her tearful eyes. Her gaze fell precisely on Wen Yue's collar.
Through the thin clothes, you can vaguely see a red rope and the outline of a round peace locket under the red rope.
That's it.
【Master, the timing is perfect! 】
Tianbao's voice sounded in my mind
[I will help you extract the "Inner Demon" from your body. All you need to do is touch the peace locket with your fingertips and stay there for a moment. That's all!]
Song Qingyuan responded in his heart, pretending to be extremely sad. His body softened and he was about to slide to the ground.
"Sister!" Wen Yue exclaimed and subconsciously tried to support her.
At the moment when their bodies touched and their clothes rubbed against each other, Song Qingyuan's fingers seemed to grab Wen Yue's chest in a panic, and his fingertips touched the slightly cool bulge lightly with incredible precision.
One breath.
That's enough.
[Ding! The "Inner Demon Guide" has successfully attached itself to the medium "White Jade Peace Buckle," and the causal line has locked onto its target—Wen Yue.]
[The item will automatically activate after one hour, when the target's mind is most relaxed. Happy revenge, Master!]
Tianbao's voice is like the devil's aria.
Song Qingyuan slowly and tremblingly stood up, as if the weakness she had just felt was just a momentary sadness. She pushed Wen Yue away, wiped her tears with her sleeve, and looked at her son on the bed with empty eyes.
"Thank you for your concern, sister. You go back first. I want to... accompany him by myself for a while." Her voice was full of despair of losing everything.
Wen Yue looked at her distraught appearance, and the pride in his heart almost overflowed.
She gently comforted him with a few words, saying some nonsense like "The prince will definitely take care of you" and "Take care of yourself, sister", and then turned around and left with satisfaction.
The moment he walked out of the room, the sadness on Wen Yue's face disappeared without a trace, replaced by an uncontrollable, cruel and happy smile.
Song Qingyuan, you're finished.
A concubine who has lost her son is worse than a servant in this palace.
She walked briskly towards her yard, thinking about how to "cry" to the prince next, and how to quietly divert the "spearhead" of this matter to Concubine Xue, killing two birds with one stone.
She didn't notice at all that deep in the warm white jade of the peace locket she wore close to her chest, a wisp of black air thinner than a hair was slowly and silently dispersing.
Inside the house, Song Qingyuan stood quietly until Wen Yue's footsteps completely disappeared.
The sadness and fragility on her face faded like the tide, leaving only a dead calm.
She walked to the bed, leaned over and gently kissed her son's forehead.
"Baby, don't be afraid. Mommy is here."
Next, it’s time to watch a good show.
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