Qian Wanyu was familiar with such methods. To make someone completely obedient, or even keep them from revealing one's secrets, a restriction seal could be planted in their soul sea. If they unwittingly spoke of it, it would trigger self-detonation.
She looked at Qian Zihang with a trace of sympathy. "If a restriction seal really has been placed on him-"
He was as good as a discarded pawn.
And he could be detonated at any moment, dragging those around him down with him.
"Yu'er, what is it?"
"Mother, nothing. The truth has come to light. I'll leave Qian Zihang's punishment to Old Madam and you. I have something to discuss with Dan Qi." With that, Qian Wanyu lifted Dan Qi, whom Cai Qing had restrained, like a little chick and carried her back to her courtyard.
Dongfang Minghui followed close behind. Seeing Seventh Sister's grave expression, she hardly dared breathe.
She had never imagined that the tragedy twenty years ago had been a struggle within a wealthy household over the position of family head, or that the instigator had been Qian Zihang, who seemed so unremarkable and easy to overlook. She had met him several times. How should she put it? Her first impression had been that he observed every courtesy. With the halo of the Thousand Family's head above him, he looked the part, and he treated people kindly. He seemed like an ineffectual man who was simply too nice; no one would have thought to look beneath that surface.
How had Seventh Sister discovered it...? She did not dare ask.
"Haven't you already seen everything you wanted to know? Why ask me?" Dan Qi did not care that Qian Wanyu had thrown her onto the ground. To her, the torment of the past twenty-odd years had been worse