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"Mr. Sang's spirits are much better than yesterday."

On the third floor, Yan Xi was sitting in Sang Huan's room, enjoying the view outside the window, sipping tea, and playing chess. She was quite surprised to hear this commotion.

Sang Huan yawned sleepily and then twitched her lips upon hearing this.

"The knot in my heart has been untied; it would be strange if things didn't turn out well."

"What?"

"It's nothing. I guess Father paid respects to Mother yesterday, and she might have appeared in my dream to tell him not to be so down and to take good care of me."

When she met Yan Xi's gaze, Sang Huan didn't explain much, only vaguely making up an excuse to get by.

"Is that so? That's possible."

Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Yan Xi also looked away. He raised his hand and put the chess piece back into the chess box, and spoke gently.

"I still need to take Grandpa Sang to the dungeon, so I won't play with Huanhuan for now. If you're bored, you can take a few guards and maids to stroll around the city. Just buy whatever you like."

"No, I didn't sleep well last night, let me rest for a while."

Sang Huan refused without hesitation, her fair and delicate face showing signs of fatigue.

How can I not be tired?

She had intended to use her abilities to help Sang's father fulfill his dream, but the system intercepted her halfway through.

She said that if she wanted to use her abilities, she would have to conceal the luck she had taken from the male protagonist of this world, otherwise she would easily be struck by lightning in the small world.

After all, openly trying to steal a soul from the underworld is illegal.

Sang Huan had no choice but to give away most of the luck she had gathered, which broke the heart of this dodder vine that always only took in and never gave out.

She's still feeling a bit unwell, let alone in the mood to go shopping.

Seeing her like this, Yan Xi felt somewhat helpless.

"Then rest first. I heard from your maid that you like reading stories from Jiangnan, so I had someone collect a few baskets of them and will bring them up to you later."

"Okay~"

Her voice was drawn out and sickeningly sweet.

Yan Xi paused slightly, her slender fingers curling involuntarily, but she still coughed and left the room under the urging of the shadows outside the door.

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When Sang Guyun came out tidied up, he saw Yan Xi coming out of Sang Huan's room. He raised his eyebrows and calmly suppressed his emotions.

On the way to the dungeon, I chatted with Yan Xi about the Sang family's affairs and learned that Sang Chengfeng and Madam Li had both passed away.

Sang Guyun sneered, "They died so easily, it's too good for them."

"Grand Tutor, please don't be offended. It was my fault for not taking precautions beforehand, which gave him an opportunity to take advantage of us. But rest assured, all those involved with him have been arrested and given sedatives. They are now living a life they cannot live."

Upon hearing this, Sang Guyun didn't say anything more.

In the dimly lit dungeon, Sang Ling huddled in the corner, clutching the handkerchief in Li's hand. Her mother's death had completely shattered her spirit.

She also completely woke up from her reverie. Sang Ling realized that she was no longer the high and mighty seventh young lady of the Sang family.

Therefore, even though she resented that bitch Sang Huan, she dared not show her emotions in the slightest.

Because her status and Sang Huan's status are now worlds apart.

Hearing a sound coming from outside the dungeon, Sang Ling looked up in a daze. Her eyes instinctively locked onto Yan Xi, but she didn't even glance at the middle-aged man beside her.

Sang Ling scrambled over, clinging tightly to the dungeon bars, begging for mercy with tears streaming down her face.

"Young Master Jing'an, Your Highness, my mother has committed suicide to atone for her sins. Please spare me! I knew nothing about what she did to Sang Huan. Please, please spare me!"

Sang Ling completely gave up on noodles because she knew that staying alive was the most important thing now.

If she loses her life, what will she use to avenge herself against Sang Huan?

Therefore, she cried until her voice was hoarse and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Young Master, please spare me! I know I was wrong!"

Sang Guyun was startled by the commotion as soon as she entered. Hearing the other person speak, she couldn't help but frown and look at Yan Xi beside her.

"Who is this?"

"Sang Ling, daughter of Li Shi and Sang Chengfeng."

Sang Guyun understood, and then couldn't help but sneer.

"Is she the one who wanted to marry you in Huanhuan's place? She's so ugly, how dare she try to marry my Huanhuan? She's just as shameless as her parents."

These words broke Sang Ling's already agitated state, and she angrily looked up at Sang Guyun.

"Who do you think you are, to point fingers and tell people what to do?!"

"I'm Huanhuan's dad, so what?"

Sang Guyun looked at her expressionlessly, his cold aura instantly silencing Sang Ling, who had been shouting fiercely just moments before.

Sang Huan's biological father?!

Isn't that the Grand Tutor?

In an instant, Sang Ling's face turned pale and then red, but quickly, she was able to bend and straighten herself and kowtowed to the other party again.

"Grand Tutor Sang, please spare me! I truly know nothing about Sister Sang Huan's affairs; it was all my mother's doing! You can't implicate the innocent!"

No matter what, she has to live!

Only by living can there be hope! Only then can there be a chance to turn the tables, find that bitch Sang Huan, and avenge my family!

Sang Ling didn't think her parents had done anything wrong; she blamed everything on Sang Huan!

If Sang Huan had died as planned, she could have rightfully taken her place and married the young master. Why would all this have happened?