The Hell Knight felt as calm as an ancient well over Ji Xiuning's death.
Although Ji Xiuning had once been her host, she did not feel the slightest bit of emotion for her. No one knew better than the Hell Knight, Old Fourth Bai Ye, everything Ji Xiuning had done and thought.
"This Ji Xiuning is even more… dark than Fu Lingxi." The Hell Knight Old Fourth Bai Ye thought for a long time before choosing this word.
Fu Lingxi was an extremely selfish and self-serving woman, short‑sighted and a weathercock. Ji Xiuning was different; she was deeply scheming, with very lofty ambition and ideals.
"Bring Ji Yingsha in." Lanling said.
Not long after, the mature and beautiful Ji Yingsha came to the front of the great hall and knelt before Lanling.
She just knelt there quietly, saying nothing.
"Do you regret killing Jiang Shang?" Lanling asked.
"I don't." Ji Yingsha said.
"Why?" Lanling asked.
"Because I hated him, or rather, I was extremely disgusted by him." Ji Yingsha said.
