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"Miss Sang," Yuanhui spoke again, "it's better to see than to hear. Can't you read people's memories? I've studied this technique before; many knew it back in the days of Zhen Si, but it has since been lost."
"You hesitate to act, perhaps fearing my resistance. Coupled with my weakened state, I won't be able to withstand anything and will end up with nothing."
"Rest assured, I won't resist. I have only three requests.
First, let Misha recite a scripture for me.
Second, if Puzhao Temple encounters difficulties, I hope Misha can lend a hand, considering the care he received in his youth.
Third, Miss Sang, you promised to send me a dream. Please make it as realistic as possible and let it last longer so that I can leave with a smile."
"You know Sarira is fake," she replied.
"I'll weave a dream for you," she said.
The deal was struck, and Sang Qingxiao successfully obtained Yuanhui's relevant memories. Before leaving, she added an extremely complex symbol that would cover the entire next day. Even if Yuanhui were to endure horrific torture, he would remain unaware and would end his life in a beautiful dream. This was her way of repaying him for the warning about Misha's crisis.
Once out of the prison, the carriage headed straight for the Royal Tomb.
Sang Qingxiao communicated with Old Vine and Huo Qi, informing them about Misha's biological father.
Huo Qi boasted, "Why do we keep running into these biological fathers? A Mian, Yin Can, Misha—so many kids! I haven't even had the chance to meet my own son yet, and they don't appreciate what they have."
"Hmph! Since they don't want them, I'll just take them all for myself! They're all my children now; I'll protect them! When that Qilin Monster shows up, just wait and see how I deal with him! If he dares to harbor murderous intent, I'll dismember him first!"
Old Vine poured cold water on his enthusiasm. "That person is nearly invincible; you might not be able to defeat him."
"How will we know unless we try? He's coming for us; there's no reason to back down! Didn't that Old Bald Donkey say it? With his chaotic breath and physical issues, this is the perfect time to strike."
"Old Vine," Sang Qingxiao urged, "use your demonic lineage to find him first. We need to understand his situation before discussing our strategy."
Old Vine understood the gravity of the situation and prepared to act.
Sang Qingxiao stopped him. "First, send a message to Misha and tell him to lay low for a while. Come back as soon as you can after handling things."
Huo Qi added, "When delivering the message, sprinkle in some lies. We can't let That Kid know the truth; with his compassionate heart, he might worry about dragging us down and decide not to return."
"Without our help, how could he manage? Sigh... my second half of life seems destined to be spent worrying about kids."
Sang Qingxiao smiled slightly. "Isn't that also part of the joy?"
Not long after they had started laughing, Huo Qi suddenly chimed in, saying, "When it comes to babies, I really prefer the newborns—soft and adorable, with their little cries and silly smiles directed at you."
As he spoke, he intentionally nudged Sang Qingxiao's arm. "You know what I mean, right?"
Sang Qingxiao shot him an annoyed glare. "No, I don't."
"That kind of baby!"
"I can't hear you, can't hear you!"
The two continued their banter while Qi Shuo, who was driving the carriage, occasionally interjected. Sang Qingxiao felt like kicking both of them out of the carriage.
Unable to contain herself any longer, she climbed out of the window and sat on top of the carriage. The cold winter wind finally cooled down the heat on her face.
The winter landscape offered little to see; it was desolate all around. However, Sang Qingxiao stared at the edge of the harvested fields for a long time. Even after half a winter had passed, the ground looked too clean. Shouldn't there still be some straw or remnants left after the crops were harvested?
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