"You've misunderstood one thing." Wu Ling sat with elegant poise. Even with Chen Yihan pressing her, she didn't show the slightest hint of panic.
Her choice of words and attitude reminded me of those files from Greenleaf.
"It wasn't that we deliberately chose Miss Chen, nor that we intended to scheme against her. The one who arranged for Miss Chen to take on this role was it." Wu Ling pointed upward.
She lowered her hand and continued, "Of course, we also had our parts to play in this matter. I was supposed to be the vessel for that spirit. I should have brought her into being so it could use her and act freely. But things took a turn. The first change happened when my ancestors in the Wu family of Qingzhou took action. My soul entered the porcelain doll by mistake, and they misjudged who I was, so they stopped the original plan. At the time, there should have been a spirit that was stillborn. 'Stillborn' is our term. For spirits, there is only birth and disappearance."
She paused, then continued, "The second change happened when I died. Several years ago, I should have died—or been swallowed and fused with it—giving up control of this body and handing it over to that spirit. But I didn't die. It and I remained locked in a stalemate for years, right up until now."
Wu Ling looked at Chen Xiao Qiu. "A third change happened during that time. You were supposed to be stillborn, but Mr. Chen brought you back to life. The spare vessel had gained another owner, and someone else was using it. So that spirit and I continued struggling and fighting inside this body I knew so well, unable to overcome each other. Then your body and soul ran