Back in the Old Plum Garden in Chaoge City, Se Se had given Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue a pair of exceptionally fine bells.
Jing Jiu's was now tied around Liu A'da's neck.
Zhao Layue had promised Se Se a fine sword in return, and had given her one afterward.
Jing Jiu had promised to do one thing for her, anything at all, but had yet to fulfill that promise.
At the time, Luo Huainan and Prince Jing Xin had thought little of this, because anything at all often meant nothing at all.
Jing Jiu trusted that Se Se would not put him in a difficult position.
Only when he lent the bell to the Nether Emperor in the Demon-Suppressing Prison had he wondered whether she would be angry about it. What if she demanded that he kill all the Hanging Bell Sect's elders?
Now it seemed his prediction had come true. If he were to kill the Hanging Bell Sect's Old Madam, wouldn't he first have to kill all its elders?
Naturally, he had envisioned such a scenario because he had calculated many things.
Whether Heaven Near Person's deductions back then were correct or not, Old Madam was going to die eventually, and the closer she came to her death, the greater the trouble Se Se's mother would face.
Choosing between a grandmother and a mother was difficult for anyone, let alone a pampered young girl like Se Se.
Who knew how much pain lay hidden in that silver-bell laughter?
He patted Se Se's head.
Se Se leaned into his arms and said, "Do you know how many women want to throw themselves into your arms? Even though I know this is because you don't see me as a woman, I'm still happy, because they can't lean against you