In the dungeon, Jiang Ming spoke slowly and deliberately, recounting everything that Grandma Mo had done.
Finally, he looked at Xiangxiang, whom he had grown up with, and said, "Young Master originally intended to let you leave, but now..."
Jiang Yu continued, "You can leave, but she has to stay."
Xiangxiang looked at the two of them, and then glanced at her grandmother who was covered in scars.
Suddenly, a slap landed hard on Grandma Mo's face, twisting it to the side.
Didn't I tell you not to do unnecessary things?
Her voice was icy cold. The old woman struggled to lift her head and open her cloudy eyes, which were filled with pleading and sorrow. She knew how cold the girl in front of her was, as she had raised her.
But she always held onto a sliver of hope, after all, she had raised her.
Please save her out of consideration for our years of friendship.
"Please, please, save me, I..."
I still have so much to do. I haven't yet introduced you to my king, and I haven't yet returned to my homeland.
Xiangxiang closed her eyes to calm herself down.
"I will take responsibility for the mistakes she made. Can you spare her life?"
Jiang Yu met her gaze calmly, as if everything was within her expectations.
Because Grandma Mo hadn't committed any serious wrongdoing yet, all her actions were nipped in the bud, so it seemed like there was a reason for her to be forgiven. He just watched her quietly, and he saw the struggle in her eyes.
It's normal for people to have varying degrees of closeness or distance; he has that too, and so does everyone.
However, he could not release them.
If Moamo only wanted to steal the treasure map, he could spare her life for Xiangxiang's sake, and at most torture her.
But she shouldn't... she shouldn't have had the thought of hurting Anuan, let alone that she had already taken action.
So you see, only I am the best for you.
Xiangxiang didn't receive a reply from Jiang Yu, but she knew that was his answer.
Yes, everyone should pay the price for their mistakes, and she is no exception.
Xiangxiang calmly turned around. The old woman looked at her as if she had found a lifeline, but she was not the lifeline that saved her.
She looked at her with a hint of pity in her eyes.
The old woman wasn't actually in good health. She must be only forty years old this year, Xiangxiang thought. She couldn't remember when she first met Grandma Mo, when she was three or four years old.
She always thought that the people in the dilapidated temple were all the same, that they had no parents or relatives and were people rejected by God.
It turned out that wasn't the case.
She had parents, and she was overjoyed. Grandma Mo said she was sent by her father to protect her and that she taught her many things. But she knew that Grandma Mo didn't like her, and sometimes the way she looked at her carried a hint of disgust.
Perhaps she didn't know, but how could someone who had lived by reading other people's faces since childhood not have noticed?
But Xiangxiang didn't care, and she didn't like her either.
But she didn't care, as long as she could learn something.
It seems like she's been with her for ten years now; that's a long time.
She's getting a little annoyed too.
Are you going to kill her?
She asked Jiang Yu, but before Jiang Yu could speak, she added, "Let me do it."
Hearing her words, neither Jiang Yu nor Jiang Ming showed any surprise; it was Grandma Mo who was shocked.
Upon hearing her words, she looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with disbelief, but it quickly turned into disgust and hatred.
She glared maliciously at the girl who was only a foot away from her, muttering something unintelligible to Jiang Yu and Jiang Ming.
But Xiangxiang understood; it was a curse, she was cursing her.
However, Xiangxiang didn't care. She took her dagger and walked towards her calmly. How many people had she killed?
She didn't know that she never bothered to remember such trivial things.
As the girl drew closer, Grandma Mo grew increasingly terrified. Her pupils constricted, her eyes widened, and large beads of cold sweat dripped from her forehead to the ground.
It emits a "beep" sound.
“Ayu…”
"Xiangxiang..."
...
The shouts drifted down the corridor, and they all recognized Qi Nuan's voice.
Jiang Yu's expression changed several times. Who brought her in?
Xiangxiang paused, her hand holding the dagger still.
"No……"
Grandma Mo cried out, as if she had seen a savior, and hope rekindled in her eyes. Xiangxiang, who heard her voice, remained indifferent, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
But his hands moved very quickly.
Grandma Mo looked down at the dagger piercing her heart with disbelief in her eyes, and then she breathed her last.
"Ayu, Xiangxiang..."
Qi Nuan stood at the door, panting, looking at the three people in the prison. Fortunately, they were all alright.
Qi Nuan's gaze shifted to Xiang Xiang's hand, where she held a dagger. Blood was dripping from the dagger, staining the ground red.
She looked up and saw that all three of them had unusually calm expressions.
Qi Nuan went inside, and Jiang Yu reached out to pull her, but she avoided it and walked straight towards Xiang Xiang.
Xiangxiang had no injuries whatsoever.
"I thought you had left."
Xiangxiang took out a handkerchief from her waist and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"No, but I have to go now. Take good care of yourself in the future."
Qi Nuan nodded.
Upon seeing the corpse behind Xiangxiang, she recognized it as the person who had spoken to Xiangxiang at the charity hall that day.
"she?"
Xiangxiang didn't look at the corpse behind her, but simply said, "A prisoner."
"Ignore her, let's talk outside."
Jiang Ming, who was following behind them, glanced at Jiang Yu, who had a cold face in front of him, and glared at Zhang Liao. Why did you bring her here?
Zhang Liao, there's nothing I can do.
Jiang Ming gestured to him, "You've seen the young master's expression, haven't you?"
Zhang Liao glanced at Jiang Yu's retreating figure, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
They soon left the dungeon. Xiangxiang looked at Qi Nuan and said, "I'm leaving. Brother Yu has been very good to you, don't be angry with him. Grandma did something wrong, it has nothing to do with anyone else. I killed her. Since she betrayed me, I knew this would be the end of the story..."
Xiangxiang continued talking, mostly comforting Qi Nuan.
Jiang Yu listened from the side, thinking she would resent him...
“It was I who asked Ayu to check on Grandma Mo.”
Qi Nuan told Xiang Xiang that she wasn't as naive or innocent as they thought.
Xiangxiang smiled, "So, what are you worried about?"
"She won't affect anything, don't worry. Look, I'm not sad at all."
Qi Nuan simply looked at her.
"Actually, I'm a little sad, but she's not a good person either; she was cursing me just now!"
Xiangxiang sighed, then hugged Qi Nuan one last time, "Thank you, Nuan. I'm leaving now to go find my family. Don't worry."
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