Hearing Luo Tianhe's words, and the restrained tone in which he spoke, Lin Qianqian knew she had guessed right. "So... this is a form of Yanzhen, and you're using the fate charts of the two of us to suppress this person's?"
Lin Qianqian had naturally not been sent here as some nobody. She knew that Yanzhen was also called the art of cursing and suppression: a kind of witchcraft meant to curse and subdue someone, practiced for a long time. There was also a belief that it had originated from Yin Bagua. During times of upheaval, Yanzhen had run rampant; both in the palace and among ordinary people, some had used it to harm others.
Those afflicted by Yanzhen might suffer anything from a troubled home and restless minds, living in constant fear, to the loss of family members and rampant disease—or even the destruction of their entire household. It was a profoundly sinister curse.
As Lin Qianqian understood it, this curse was unlike ordinary forms of dark magic. It required little skill from the practitioner, but the danger was correspondingly great. It was essentially a gamble.
The practitioner usually had to stake their own fate—or the fate of someone who willingly offered themselves—to suppress the fate of the person being cursed. If the suppression held, all was well. But if it failed, or something went wrong during the ritual, the practitioner would suffer the curse's backlash, with consequences worse than those faced by the person being suppressed.
Lin Qianqian couldn't understand why someone with Luo Tianhe's abilities would resort to this kind of Yanzhen. More than that, she was curious about who could possibly warrant such treatment from him.
Luo Tianhe's eyes seemed able to see right through Lin Qianqian's thoughts. He climbed down from the bed without haste