Yurong looked at the two with hostility, wishing she could skin and dismember them and devour them.
"Since you know, then obediently shut your mouth. Perhaps we can spare your life. If you dare to speak nonsense again, I will kill you!"
Zhenzhu bent down to meet Yurong's gaze, threatening her fiercely, the dagger in her hand pressed against Yurong's neck. With just a slight push, a trace of blood stained the sharp blade.
"Despicable and shameless! Traitors like you, who are ungrateful and betray their country, deserve to die. Even as a ghost, I will not let you go!"
"Stubborn to the end!"
She had never encountered someone as obstinate as Yurong before. She couldn't tell if Yurong was too foolish or if Granny Sun's brainwashing ability was too strong, to have cultivated Yurong into this.
Zhenzhu dropped this sentence and stood up. Any further words with Yurong would be futile.
"Lancui, are you also betraying the country like her!" Yurong shifted her gaze to Lancui.
"I am only doing this to survive."
Lancui said in a low voice, her gaze towards Yurong firm, indicating everything.
She did not believe she had done anything wrong. Every man for himself, or he will be destroyed by heaven and earth. She only wanted to live.
"This is treason! Don't forget you are all subjects of Xiliang. If it weren't for His Majesty's kindness, and Granny Sun selecting you, you would have died long ago. You have become so ungrateful to betray your country like this!"
"They wanted us to die, we just wanted to live. What did we do wrong!"
Lancui shouted angrily. She only wanted the simplest thing, to live. What did she do wrong!
"For Xiliang, even sacrificing your life would be your honor. People like you who can betray their country are truly pathetic and shameful!"
"You are truly incorrigible!"
Feng Jin glanced at the nearly hysterical Yurong, a cold smile crossing her lips. She had not expected someone to be so thoroughly brainwashed.
"Who are you? Are you in league with them?"
Searching her memory, she found no information about the person before her and asked warily.
"You don't need to know, because you will soon forget all of this."
Feng Jin placed the incense burner, emitting smoke, in front of Yurong. The faint scent of sandalwood brought a rare sense of calm. Yurong immediately became groggy, her eyes hollow and unfocused.
Seeing that the effect was nearly achieved, Feng Jin slowly said, "You are Yurong. You are going to kill Granny Sun."
As Feng Jin's words fell, Yurong, as if controlled, echoed Feng Jin's words, "I am Yurong. I am going to kill Granny Sun."
"Sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be well."
Yurong's eyelids began to droop, and soon she fell into a dazed sleep.
"She will forget everything that has happened, only remembering that she has to kill Granny Sun."
Feng Jin said faintly. She had just hypnotized Yurong, erased her memories, and then implanted the idea of killing Granny Sun.
Lancui was still in a state of shock, looking at Feng Jin with eyes full of admiration. This was too magical, to change a person's memory with just a few simple actions.
"Madam, since you can alter someone's memory, why not have Yurong turn back and agree to join us?"
"This is merely the effect of hypnosis. Once the brain's cortex of the hypnotized person receives a strong stimulus, they will recall everything. This method is not a permanent solution. Moreover, Yurong's ingrained belief in dedicating everything to the country is too deep to change easily. It is better to have Yurong kill Granny Sun."
"With Yurong's assassination attempt, it will also momentarily alleviate Granny Sun's suspicion of you and disrupt her plans."
Having Yurong attempt an assassination would undoubtedly be the most powerful blow to Granny Sun. Her proud confidante would attempt to kill her.
She now eagerly wished to see Granny Sun's expression, which would surely be very amusing.
"Let's leave quickly. Yurong will only wake up tomorrow morning."
They had come late at night just for Yurong's matter. Now that it was resolved, she had to return early.
She was somewhat worried that Ling Mohan would be overwhelmed taking care of the two children and wouldn't be able to manage.
After giving a few simple instructions to Zhenzhu, Feng Jin hurried away.
When she returned, Ling Mohan was in a state of exasperation, holding a toy in each hand, patiently coaxing the two children.
Seeing this warm scene, Feng Jin was deeply moved. It was a pity she didn't have a phone to capture and preserve it.
Feng Jin looked for a few more moments, imprinting the scene firmly in her mind.
She could draw a pencil sketch, which would also last for some time. When Dabao and Erbao grew up, it would be a beautiful memory.
With this thought, Feng Jin became engrossed, lost in thought for a while.
"You're finally back. If you had been any later, I would have been driven mad by these two little rascals."
The moment Ling Mohan saw Feng Jin appear, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally liberated and didn't have to continue watching them.
He busied himself getting up and handing the children over to Feng Jin. Watching the children for this short period felt more exhausting than a full day of marching in battle.
Erbao was more placid and didn't cry often. Dabao, in particular, would start crying at the slightest dissatisfaction.
In just this short while, Dabao had fussed no less than ten times, making Ling Mohan want to pull open Dabao's pants and give him a good spanking to see if he would behave.
The instant Dabao saw Feng Jin, it was as if he had found his protector. His nose twitched, his eyes reddened, and he collapsed into Feng Jin's arms, tears flowing freely. His chubby little hand still pointed at Ling Mohan.
He babbled incoherently, seemingly complaining about his grievances.
Feng Jin was amused by his demeanor. Dabao's expressions were incredibly varied now, and his mood changed at lightning speed. In a moment, he went from aggrieved to happy.
Dabao, perched on Feng Jin's shoulder, giggled after tattling on Ling Mohan.
"You little brat, you're smirking again. I think you really deserve a beating!"
The moment Ling Mohan raised his hand as if to strike, Dabao's little face immediately crumpled, and he burst into loud sobs, tears filling his eyes.
The speed of his emotional change was faster than turning a page in a book. Ling Mohan's lips twitched uncontrollably. This kid was truly good at pretending.
"Don't scare him," Feng Jin chided him with displeasure. He had to make Dabao cry before he was satisfied.
"He's faking it. You don't know..."