It wasn't kindness!
It really wasn't!
That was what Chen Mo thought to himself, but it truly wasn't kindness.
As for Madam Ru—this woman using a false name—he did feel some pity for her from the bottom of his heart.
Judging from her experiences and what she had just recounted, her entire life had truly been full of hardship.
However, what Chen Mo admired most was that when she had been in her teens, not even twenty years old, she had left her homeland and traveled to the Western Regions for a political marriage. Although the one who had actually married was the young lady she spoke of, as a servant girl, being able to accompany her mistress across such vast distances in that era was even more admirable.
Back then, those sent into political marriages could still live like human beings, but their attendants were another matter entirely. Especially servant girls sent as dowry, whose lives were not their own to decide and who had to watch the Main Family's expressions. Fortunately, according to her, that Princess had treated the two sisters well and had been willing to share both hardship and comfort with them.
For that reason alone, Chen Mo sympathized with this woman deeply.
Of course, there was another reason. This woman only had her soul left. If she wanted to continue living, she could only become a Spiritual Body. And if a Spiritual Body wished to keep existing, it had to rely on Chen Mo's methods, much like the Mother and Child Ghost. They were actually quite similar.
After being refined by Chen Mo, she could be controlled by him. Life or death at a single word was no exaggeration.
Moreover, if Madam Ru wanted to keep living, she was in an even worse position than