Xia Ruize was now half-mad. Yu Xiaoxue had dragged along such a huge mess, taking over nearly everything halfway through. Xia Ruize probably had not even gone home. I still remembered how, back in the Heavenly Dao space, he had asked me to look after the mother and child before leaving. It was clear that he knew he could no longer control himself.
Yet instead of waiting for an ordinary husband, Yu Xiaoxue had been met by a demonic Xia Ruize who had gone to the Gate of Eternal Silence to release the demons. In effect, she had lost her husband—so how could she not hate me for failing to stop it from happening?
After all, she knew that with my abilities, if I had wanted to stop it, I certainly could have. Yet things had still developed to this point, which was precisely what she least wanted to see. It was not strange at all for her to blame everything on me.
I took a deep breath and said, "Xiaoxue, I know you hate me. At the time, I truly did not stop Li Poxiao from killing him, which led to Xia Ruize becoming what he is now. But you should also understand how I felt at that moment. The two of them had already fought to the point of being utterly irreconcilable. Besides, I had no way to stop them then..."
"Then may I ask what the city lord has come here for? To have me thank you for not saving my husband? Or do you want me to brew tea and pour water, and properly entertain the city lord's visit?" Yu Xiaoxue smiled, but her smile was cold to the bone, without the slightest trace of warmth.
The child was soon carried away by a paper servant.