All Debts Settled

Jiang Yuechu silently watched the old man.

There was no rage, no interrogation.

Even the scant disappointment she had felt was tucked away cleanly.

With her current means.

As the eldest princess of Great Tang, and with Lotus-Seeding Realm cultivation.

She had countless ways to pry open the mouth of an ordinary old man.

But since he wished to guard that secret all the way into his coffin, then let him guard it.

The reason she had not resorted to thunderous measures was simple.

You would not speak, and she would not force you.

From this day onward.

He was the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor of Great Tang.

She was Princess Zhaoyue of Great Tang.

The debt of sixteen years of nurturing would be settled by the interrogation she had never carried out. They were even.

As for that secret...

Was it really so important?

Perhaps to the former Jiang Yuechu, it had been a matter as vast as the heavens—concerning her origins, concerning her fate.

But to her now.

As long as she herself was strong enough.

Even if the truth behind Consort Ming's death had been earth-shattering, even if gods, Buddhas, demons, and devils were entangled behind it.

When the time came.

She could simply smash it apart with one punch.

Why should she beg an old man with one foot in the grave for that pitiful scrap of truth?

After a long while.

She withdrew her gaze and slowly rose.

Then she turned around.

With a sweep of her broad sleeve, she severed the surging blue waves.

"Since that is the case... take care."

Jiang Xun's body shuddered violently, as though he wanted to reach out and seize the bright moon at the edge of the sky.

But his hand froze in midair for a long while