Gu Youyou sneered coldly, "A seven-year-old child—do you really believe she could commit so heinous act so vile that her family would treat her like this?"
"Then her family must be crazy." Zhiqiu’s face was icy as he said, "What are you trying to say with all this?"
"Why would her family do that?" Gu Youyou pressed on relentlessly.
"How would I know? I’m not her family." Zhiqiu took a step back, finding this woman truly formidable.
Gu Youyou wore an expression teetering on the edge of tears, her hands bracing against the table with such force that her knuckles turned white.
She said, "Because soone made her family do it. To achieve their unspeakable goals, they used those thods against a seven-year-old child. If one day, that child defied the odds and survived, don’t you think she’d resist to stop drinking poison?"
"You... What are you really trying to say?"
Gu Youyou continued shouting, her voice full of anguish and fury: "Because I am that child! I was made into a tool by your so-called loyal master. I resisted, killed Zhuo Qing—not because I did anything wrong—but because I didn’t want to keep drinking poison anymore! I was simply fighting for a chance at life. Am I supposed to just let you use , trap , and never fight back?"
"You... You’re spouting lies! My master isn’t like that, and Senior Zhuo Qing isn’t like that either." Zhiqiu’s face turned deathly pale, his anger boiling beyond restraint.
"Not like that?" Gu Youyou sneered, "Then what are you doing right now? Aren’t you using to achieve your unspeakable goals? And when your goal is accomplished, don’t you plan to kill ?"
"We... We..." Zhiqiu’s face switched between pallor and flush, resembling a child caught doing sothing wrong, completely at a loss.
Faced with Gu Youyou’s unrelenting pressure, he staggered back, saying, "No, we’re just trying to find Jin Ziyuan. He’s been hiding too well—we’ve searched everywhere for him and couldn’t find him. Master had no choice but to co up with this plan."
Oh, so it’s all to lure out Jin Ziyuan?
Gu Youyou exhaled with so relief. The intense argunt had dried out her throat, so she sat back at the dining table calmly, opened the lunchbox, placed each dish neatly on the table, and picked up a bowl of soup to take a sip and soothe her throat.
"You..." Zhiqiu looked at Gu Youyou, speechless. This woman, who was just brimming with righteous fury monts ago, suddenly beca so calm. How could she even have the leisure to eat?
Gu Youyou replied nonchalantly, "Talking to you is exhausting. I’ve used up quite a bit of energy. Let eat first, and then we can continue."
Zhiqiu froze, feeling completely played by her, led around in circles.
Cursed! He’d even revealed the true purpose of capturing her.
It infuriated him imnsely. His master had warned him long ago not to speak too much with her. And yet, he didn’t listen to his master’s advice, did he?
Zhiqiu felt deeply ashad of himself before his master. Huffing angrily, he flicked his sleeve and stord off in frustration. His abilities weren’t enough—he truly couldn’t exchange too many words with this woman.
...
After Jin Zijin and Yue Rujing stepped out, they quickly contacted the Yue Marquess, and soon received news from Zhuzhao Country: Gu Youyou had been taken by Yu Jizi.
Yu Jizi wanted to draw out Jin Ziyuan and did not bother to conceal his movents. On the contrary, he deliberately and casually spread the news, making it easy for the Emperor’s people to trace Gu Youyou’s whereabouts.
Jin Zijin crumpled the letter in his hand into a ball, his aura turning nacing.
"Master hasn’t been found. He’s shown up first, as expected."
"Yu Jizi? Where is he?"
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