Wen Ying sighed. 'What a wretched twist of fate.'
But every wrong has a source, every debt a debtor.
Jiang Zhengyi wasn't Jiang Han, nor was he one of the people in Loulan who caused Azi's death.
But over the past hundred years, Azi's resentment had clearly solidified and even amassed considerable power.
The moments when she regained her sanity were few and far between.
Revenge was on her mind ninety-nine percent of the time. The only reason Jiang Zhengyi was still alive was because Jiang Han's bloodline had played a small part, allowing Azi to recover a sliver of her senses.
But this wasn't a long-term solution.
This was also why Wen Ying had to take the red bridal veil.
"Go back to your ancestral home and see if you can find any heirlooms. Bring them to me. For now, this thing is with me, so she won't bother you anymore."
"Then... Doctor Wen, will you be alright?"
Jiang Zhengyi looked at Wen Ying with some concern.
