Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and a chill wind sighed mournfully like the wails of ghosts.
"Why... sob, sob..."
It was very quiet, so quiet that only Xia Lan's grief-filled sobs could be heard. Bai Yujun was tense. Lost Souls, when subjected to immense shock, could easily go mad and turn into vicious ghosts. Once they became vicious ghosts, entering reincarnation would become even more difficult. It would have been one thing if that damned Young Master Li had refused to help, but he had actually smashed those pitiful bones to dust. What earth-shaking grudge did he have to grind someone's bones to ash?
Listening to the crying, Bai Yujun suddenly felt utterly exhausted. After all that work, it had still ended badly. She had not even managed to preserve Xia Lan's remains, just as she had failed to protect Yun'er back then.
Seeing that Li Qiancheng still showed no remorse, she flew into a rage and slapped him left and right!
More than a dozen slaps nearly turned his face into a pig's head.
If he had not been a high-ranking official, whose killing could easily stir up trouble, she would have cut him down long ago. She did not want to look at someone like him for even another moment. Fortunately, Xia Lan was kind by nature and still refused to become a vicious ghost. If he could not even accomplish such a tiny matter as returning her remains, how could he take part in state affairs at the Imperial Court?
Tired. Soul-weary.
"Go. I advise your entire Household to move to the Capital City and never come back. This is not your home."
After saying that, she put away her Hengdao. Li Qiancheng, trembling all over, scrambled away in panic and disgrace.
Xia Lan merely cried. She