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Wu Jia answered "Yes" and turned to go out to retrieve the instruments of torture.

Li the Taoist priest paid no heed to any of this, and his earlier arrogance towards Zhou Ruo vanished instantly.

He trembled all over, crying, "Spare me! Young General, spare me!"

Perhaps feeling that begging for mercy wasn't enough, he crawled to Aunt Song's side and pleaded:

"Aunt Song, please save me! I don't want the gold you promised me, just give me a way to live!"

Li the Taoist's trousers were already soaked, and when Aunt Song looked in the direction of the stains, there was already a puddle of urine on the ground.

At this moment, Aunt Song finally realized that all these years, she had only been a tool for Taoist Li to make money.

Because of his own greed and ignorance, he listened to him and ultimately harmed Zhao Jinzhong, as well as himself.

Aunt Song was utterly despondent, overwhelmed with regret and hatred.

She lunged at Li the Taoist priest, pinching and hitting him with all her might.

With a single glance from Zhao Jinzhong, Wu Jia pulled Aunt Song away.

He then seized the opportunity to rebuke the Taoist priest, demanding that he tell the truth: "Taoist Li, if you don't want a miserable death, tell the truth!"

At this point, the people at the scene who knew the most about what had happened were Taoist Li, Aunt Song, Zhao Jinzhong, and Zhou Ruo.

Seeing their son's decisiveness, Zhao Yucheng and Ji Ping, despite their many doubts and complicated feelings, simply watched from the sidelines.

"I'll talk! I'll talk..." Li Daoshi sat on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

His face was marked with tiny bloody welts from being pinched by Aunt Song, and he was disheveled and in a sorry state.

About five years ago, Aunt Song came to me. She wanted to have a child and said she would give me a large sum of money.

"When I consulted the divination, I found that her path to having a child was already difficult. In order to get more money, I came up with this plan."

"I'll first use the token to suppress her uterus, since she's already infertile anyway."

"After suppressing her, I will release her from the spell, so that I can receive her offerings continuously."

When Ji Ping heard this, she found it utterly absurd.

She walked up to Li the Taoist priest and questioned him:

"This is a deal between you and the Song family, so why involve my son?"

Li Daoshi glanced at Zhao Jinzhong and suddenly sneered:

"Three years ago, Aunt Song began to doubt my magic."

"During that time, I often saw the young general wandering around the city, arrogant and domineering, looking down on everyone."

"When I learned that he was the young general of the General's Mansion, I came up with this plan to teach him a lesson for his arrogance."

Ji Ping asked painfully, "If you wanted to crush Zhong'er's spirit, why did you then try to kill him?"

"I didn't want to kill him! I could get more money if he lived."

"Originally, we could have kept him in check with the talisman, but a few days ago, the talisman suddenly backfired."

"If I don't do this, it will be me and Aunt Song who die."

When Li the Taoist priest revealed the truth, his expression one of utter self-righteousness only fueled Zhao Yucheng's fury to its peak.

"Absurd! Utterly bizarre and absurd! You two deserved to die!"

After listening to Li Daoshi's explanation, Zhao Jinzhong's turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.

"Father, please don't be angry. I'm fine now. Thanks to Ruoruo, if it weren't for her, I don't know how long I would have suffered."

Taoist Li and Aunt Song looked at Zhou Ruo, the youngest child in the room, in disbelief.

"You? What did you do that caused us to suffer a backlash?" Li Daoshi asked Zhou Ruo in confusion.

Zhou Ruo's clear, childlike voice rang out from inside the room: "Fight evil with evil!"

"My master said that evil energy is still energy, so I'll use your evil energy to cure you!"

Taoist Li couldn't believe it; he had never seen such a solution before. Pointing at Zhou Ruo, he shouted, "Sorcery! This is sorcery!"

Zhou Ruo put her hands on her hips and declared righteously, "You're the monster! Your heart is wicked!"

"Someone come here!" Zhao Yucheng didn't want to see this Taoist priest Li for another second.

"Drag Li the Taoist priest away, first cut off his tongue, sever his tendons in his hands and feet, then beat him to death! Throw his body into the wilderness!"

"Aunt Song harbors wicked thoughts and a guilty conscience, harming both herself and others; she is utterly vicious. Give her a white silk ribbon!"

Li the Taoist priest continued his death throes, shouting "No!", but Aunt Song had long since exhausted her energy and was no longer able to struggle.

After the commotion subsided, only Zhao Yucheng and his wife, Zhao Jinzhong, and Zhou Ruo remained in the house.

Ji Ping knelt down in front of Zhao Jinzhong, stroking her son's legs with tears in her eyes, her heart breaking.

"My son! I'm so sorry. It's been two years, and I didn't even discover Song's scheme. It's all my fault."

Zhao Yucheng's eyes also reddened. He realized that he had been so focused on the battlefield that he hadn't even noticed what had happened in his own household.

My son has suffered so much at the hands of others; I, as his father, have been terribly negligent.

"Mom, I'm fine now. My leg doesn't hurt anymore, all thanks to Ruoruo!"

Ji Ping pulled Zhou Ruo into her arms, kissed her tender little face twice, and said affectionately:

"Ruo'er, you are truly a lucky star for our Jiang family!"

Zhou Ruo said happily, "Brother, you'll be able to stand up again in a few days! I'll help you!"

Zhao Jinzhong felt a lump in his throat, Zhao Yucheng remained silent, only Ji Ping spoke up and asked:

"Ruo'er, you...you mean, Zhong'er will be able to stand up soon?"

"Of course! The strange things are all gone, brother will get better!"

Zhou Ruo's resolute gaze shattered Zhao Jinzhong's strong defenses, and he covered his face and burst into tears.

He didn't shed a single tear during all that long period of painful torment.

But Zhou Ruo's words, "to be able to stand up," were his greatest wish over the past two years.

However, in the daily torment, he gradually buried this hope away.

Now that he knows this long-cherished wish can finally be fulfilled, his feelings of grievance and joy mingled together, eventually turning into a torrent of tears.

The next morning, Zhou Ruo sat up in shock from her dream.

Her first instinct was to count the days on her fingers, but she couldn't count them all.

She had no choice but to ask Siqiao for help: "Siqiao, how long have I been here?"

Siqiao thought for a moment and said, "Miss has been in the manor for more than twenty days."

Zhou Ru shook her head, puzzled: "What day was that?"

Siqiao counted again and said, "The twenty-third day."

"How many days are left until the month is up?" Zhou Ruo asked, looking troubled.

"Miss, there are still seven days left." Siqiao asked, puzzled, "Why do you ask that?"

Zhou Ruo didn't answer Si Qiao. She clenched her palms together, feeling the weight of the spiritual energy.

Only slightly more than 20%, still some distance from 30%.

Zhou Ruo discovered that the process of recovering the first 30% of his spiritual power was extremely difficult.

Because her spiritual power was still unstable, she lost some of it while using it to deal with Aunt Song.

With only seven days left, if she couldn't recover even 30% of her spiritual power, she would have to say goodbye.

But she had worked so hard for so long, and had finally recovered to more than 20% of her original level. She didn't want to give up all her efforts.

Moreover, the fruits in this world are quite delicious, and she wants to eat more.

The filth on my brother's body has been removed, but he still hasn't stood up.

If I can help my brother stand up within seven days, there is hope that his spiritual power will recover to 30%!