For three whole months, from the mont he woke up until he left, his eyes were like daggers soaked in poison. She had known for a long ti that he had a violent temper, disregarding kinship when enraged. During those three months, Beihan Palace was nearly shattered by him, and those she sent to attend to him didn’t even know how many tis they were beaten.
The female disciples who admired his looks ended up with swollen, red faces, crying and begging her, never wanting to go back and be tornted again.
He almost tore down her Beihan Palace.
Even the daily als could only be placed at the door for him. Except for Yun Feng, anyone else going in, regardless of age or gender, would be cursed vehently by him, wishing never to see him again.
She wasn’t worried that Yun Feng would divulge the truth, because as a doctor, Yun Feng understood the effects of the Soul Stabilizing Needle better than she did.
During that ti, the entire Beihan Palace was plunged into chaos because of him. Fortunately, Han Litong wasn’t around then; otherwise, she wouldn’t know how to explain herself.
In the end, with no alternatives, she had to tell him he was the chief disciple of the Spirit Fla Sect and notified the sect’s disciples to take him back.
Only then did he finally calm down.
Afterward, she visited the Spirit Fla Sect many tis, but he still refused to grant her any face.
The people she left at the Spirit Fla Sect to gather news told her he spent all his days shut in Liuyun Hall, taking care of nothing and eting no one.
He lived this ghostly existence for more than four years.
As ti passed, she also didn’t know what to do because even using such cruel thods had failed to make him feel any fondness toward her. Xia Ji even ntioned that even if they got married, they couldn’t have intimate contact, which was truly laughable. She couldn’t even stand within three ters of him without him getting angry; how could there be any intimate contact?
She exhausted all her sches and ended up with nothing.
The only consolation she might have is that because his temper beca even fiercer, neither she nor anyone else could obtain him?
Han Litong was left speechless by Han Qingjue’s words.
The cutting words from Han Jing just now had left her resolute in saying she didn’t regret it, but Han Qingjue’s accusations made her unable to keep standing.
She staggered back two steps, holding onto a chair to avoid falling in disgrace.
Her face had long lost any trace of color.
In this lifeti, she had never considered if she had done anything wrong.
Did she really make a mistake?
She was born into the Imperial Family of Western Qi Country and grew up in the palace. Her father and mother were never particularly affectionate toward her, so... what did she do wrong? She handed Qing Jue to the servants to look after, taught her martial arts and cultivation, bought her whatever she liked. She indulged her willfulness, never raised her voice or laid a hand on her. What... what more could she want?
Now her two daughters, one hates her, the other resents her. What did she do wrong...?
"Phew," Han Jing couldn’t resist bursting into laughter, appreciating Han Litong’s confused expression and continued to add fuel to the fire: "See, that’s why I really should thank you. Thank you for abandoning ; otherwise, today I’d certainly have to ask you, did you ever teach what conscience is? Tsk tsk, if you didn’t want to raise , it would’ve been much cleaner to just throw away. Look, my mother raised really well!"
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