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"Money?" Sang Qingxiao shook her head. "I've made quite a bit today, and I might not have the desire to earn more for a long time."
Qi Xiaomian continued to discuss, "If you don't want money, how about I help you with something?"
Sang Qingxiao found it amusing. "You’re quite generous, Yongxin Marquis. It’s just a peculiar weapon, yet you’re willing to offer me a favor. Aren’t you afraid I might ask for something outrageous?"
Demon Catchers, as far as I know, tend to be rather carefree and dislike constraints. Most of them don’t want to stay in Jingjing City for long due to the strict rules and numerous troubles. Yet Miss Sang not only stayed but also opened this Small Tavern using the Heart Sutra, clearly intending to remain for a while. I wondered what her purpose was; it seemed significant.
My identity in the Court is neither too big nor too small, but I can still help her with some matters. The weapon she possesses is not merely as she described—just something peculiar. To me, it could save my life in unexpected situations and protect my Warriors, significantly reducing the risk of exposing my Half-Demon nature.
However, I still felt it wasn’t worth it for Yongxin Marquis to offer such terms in exchange. Besides, if I were to ask you for help, would you truly not refuse? Would you refuse anything?
As long as she doesn’t harbor ambitions to overthrow the Great Jing Dynasty, doesn’t intend to kill the Emperor or Empress Dowager, and doesn’t plot against my Warriors, then that’s all that matters. Beyond that, whatever she says, I will agree to.
Qi Xiaomian leaned in closer and whispered, "Even if you asked me to eliminate a few princes right now, their heads would be before you by dawn."
Sang Qingxiao frowned and took a step back. "Aren't you with your uncle and grandmother? You say you'd kill princes without batting an eye? You really think so little of them? Letting them send their white-haired parents into mourning? Clearly, what you said earlier was just nonsense; I can't trust a word of it!"
I believed Miss Sang had heard a bit about my background—a mother who abandoned everything for love and a father who cared only for himself. Under their misguided affection, my experiences were far more difficult than the rumors suggested. The demons were forced out of me by them!
To survive, I had no choice but to seek refuge with my grandmother and uncle in the Great Jing Dynasty. My grandmother genuinely cared for me out of guilt for raising such a daughter. As for my uncle—hmm, the supreme ruler—if I hadn’t risked my life several times to shield him from bullets and poison, do you think he would trust me so much?
Regardless of how that process unfolded, they ultimately provided me with a way to live—a path where I could thrive. Therefore, I wouldn’t allow anyone to harm them; that is my bottom line.
As for those Princes, since my uncle trusts me and sees me as an enemy anyway, if they die, so be it. My uncle has other sons; there are still two infants in swaddling clothes. I believe Miss Sang wouldn’t want me to harm children.
Sang Qingxiao remained unconvinced.
Qi Xiaomian further explained, "My protection of my uncle and grandmother isn’t merely due to our familial ties; it’s because they allow me to live well."
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