I manage female characters in all the heavens.

Recalling the Cheng Huaizhang I met when I visited Cheng Qingdai's home, I realized he wasn't the kind of person who spewed nonsense. In fact, he was quite gentle and refined. Even though he was very dissatisfied with me for leading his daughter astray, he always maintained proper etiquette and never said anything harsh.

What, you say one thing in front of the princess, and another behind her back?

"Impossible! How could my father scold you, let alone write a memorial to the emperor to criticize you?!" Cheng Qingdai exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock.

Yunluo silently handed Cheng Qingdai the folded document that she had almost crumpled into a waste paper.

She carried this item with her not to prove how vengeful she was, but simply to constantly remind herself not to forget the shame, and to use it as motivation to strive for even greater achievements.

Cheng Qingdai quickly scanned the contents of the document, slammed it on the table, and her eyes blazed with fury: "Slander! Utter slander!"

“My father has always been gentle and refined, and he always speaks with propriety and courtesy. How could he possibly write such obscene words in a memorial to the Emperor?”

"This must be a frame-up!"

"I suspect this is the Eastern Depot eliminating dissidents, plotting and framing people. Yunluo, Yunluo, you must stand up for my family!"

Yunluo remained expressionless. "The Eastern Depot is mine now. So you mean I'm framing your father?"

She summoned Pi Xiaotian and asked him to take her and Cheng Qingdai to see Cheng Huaizhang, and to ask him if he was the one who did it.

For Cheng Qingdai's sake, even if it really was him, it's alright. "Yunluo" is willing to show leniency and spare his entire family.

Of course, he himself deserves to die.

Upon arriving outside Cheng Huaizhang's cell, "Yunluo" immediately spotted the middle-aged man who had been thoroughly dealt with and bore obvious signs of torture.

Yunlu used to call him Uncle Cheng, but now they meet again in this way, which is regrettable.

"Father!" Cheng Qingdai suddenly threw herself against the cell door, sobbing, "Father, are you alright? They tortured you like this, it's too much!"

"Waaaaah, Yunluo, the Eastern Depot is utterly inhuman! Kill them! We must kill them!"

Yunluo glanced at Pi Xiaotian. "Little Pi, she wants me to kill you all."

Pi Xiaotian broke out in a cold sweat and quickly ordered someone to open the door and let Cheng Qingdai in.

He leaned closer to Yunluo and explained, "Your Highness, this servant knew absolutely nothing about this matter. Please forgive me!"

In fact, they knew. As one of the top intelligence agencies in the Ming Dynasty, the Eastern Depot was excellent in intelligence work. It was impossible that they didn't know that Cheng Qingdai was Yunluo's good friend and that Cheng Huaizhang was Cheng Qingdai's father.

The reason they arrested and interrogated the person without saying a word was that they didn't think the princess would care about such a small relationship.

After all, everyone in the Eastern Depot knew that Cheng Huaizhang was Cheng Qingdai's father. How could you, as Cheng Qingdai's good friend, not know? He didn't even think to mention this to the princess, assuming that she knew perfectly well.

Knowing that you even ordered the extermination of nine generations of your family, it's clear you don't take Cheng Qingdai seriously, and even want to kill her along with your family to vent your anger.

Since that's the case, then we subordinates don't care if you're friends or sisters. If we're going to kill you, then we're the sisters!

But now it seems that he was wrong. It's not that the princess didn't care about her sister Cheng Qingdai, but that she really didn't know that Cheng Huaizhang was Cheng Qingdai's father!

Damn, this world is surreal; such things actually happen.

Fortunately, time was too tight, and there wasn't enough time to use all his skills to properly treat Cheng Huaizhang. Although the injury looks serious, it is actually controllable and reversible, and there is still room for recovery.

Cheng Qingdai threw herself onto her father's body and cried, shaking him as if he had died.

Cheng Huaizhang slowly awoke from his coma, feeling as if his already aching body was being shaken apart.

It was as if they were trying to kill him.

Even Yunluo couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled Cheng Qingdai away and gestured to the guards who had come with her to help Cheng Huaizhang up and sit down, as she wanted to ask him questions.

Cheng Qingdai realized what was happening and immediately took out the folded document that "Yunluo" had given her earlier, unfolding it for Cheng Huaizhang to see.

"Father, take a look! This memorial wasn't written by you, was it?"

"Someone is definitely framing you! You must quickly explain to the princess that you are innocent!"

Cheng Huaizhang, listless and weak, merely glanced at the memorial and nodded without hesitation: "That's right, I wrote it."

Cheng Qingdai was overjoyed and turned around: "Did you hear that, Princess? Father said this isn't..."

Eh?

Dad, what did you just say?

She turned her head abruptly, her face full of disbelief, and stubbornly held the memorial up in front of Cheng Huaizhang, forcing him to look at it carefully:

"Dad, read each word carefully. Don't just say things because they look like they're written here. Do you even know what's written on it?"

Cheng Huaizhang pushed Cheng Qingdai's hand away and smiled bitterly: "Of course I know, those are treasonous words that could get me beheaded."

“I know what you’re trying to say, but every word in this memorial truly came from Father’s hand, from the bottom of his heart. It wasn’t fabricated by anyone.”

Is that a crime for which beheading is enough? It's a crime for which nine generations of one's family are exterminated!

Cheng Qingdai's world collapsed. She fell to her knees with a thud, burying her face in her hands. It was like a bolt from the blue.

"Father, no, Cheng Jie, Cheng Jie! What are you doing? Have you finally had enough of living? You're not comfortable dying yourself, so you want to take your entire family down with you?!"

"You're absolutely ruthless!"

The one who exterminated my entire clan was my father, not the Eastern Depot!

She grabbed Cheng Huaizhang by the collar, pulled him to the ground, and slapped him hard across the face, causing his face to swell up.

Yunluo nodded repeatedly, "Very good, very filial, worthy of being my sister!"

Cheng Huaizhang was slapped, but he didn't say anything and fell silent.

Cheng Qingdai, however, became distraught and didn't dare to look up at her best friend, unsure of how to face her.

Yunluo glanced around, not caring about the filth and mess in the cell, and plopped down on the haystack, clapping her hands to attract the attention of others.

Seeing that everyone was looking over, Yunluo looked at Cheng Huaizhang and said, "Although you admitted without hesitation that you wrote it without any excuses, you are very responsible and frighteningly honest."

"But I still have some questions for you."

Yunluo casually pulled a prickly straw from under his buttocks, held it in his hand, straightened it gently, and pointed it at him:

“I’ve always known that you disapprove of me teaching Qingdai martial arts, but I couldn’t say much because of my status. But this is such a small matter, it shouldn’t be worth risking your entire family to submit this memorial.”

“You have served as an official in the court for many years, so you should know what the consequences will be for slandering me like this.”

"I'm very curious about your thought process in deciding to do this."

Cheng Huaizhang seemed to have anticipated this question, and without a second thought, he sighed and replied:

"Just like you said, I just can't stand you taking Qingdai to practice martial arts and showing your face everywhere. It's not worth doing this. In fact, I quite admire you, Princess. You're a lovely girl."

Yunluo pouted: "Just say your 'but'."

Cheng Huaizhang chuckled twice, then suddenly looked up and stared at "Yunluo," his eyes flashing with surging madness and ferocity, revealing a fierce demonic nature:

"But I just couldn't help it, I just couldn't help it!"

His expression contorted into a terrifying grimace with astonishing speed, and his voice became shrill, as if every word were squeezed out of purgatory:

"Why should I respect you? Why should I entrust my daughter to you? Why can you change the Emperor's mind with just a word, while I've written countless articles over decades, and they haven't even glanced at them?"

"I'm angry, I'm jealous, I'm going crazy. I want to curse you, I want to hurt you, I want you to suffer the most painful torment in the world, is that not allowed!"

"Hahahaha! Die, die, die! All of you die! Don't let a single one live!!"

At the end, he burst into wild laughter, his expression maniacal, and stood up, gesturing wildly.

Then he turned ferocious, cursing and punching the cell wall repeatedly, beating his hands until they were bloody and mangled, but he didn't care and continued to pound on it, the blood staining the wall red.

With flesh and blood peeling off his hands, revealing white bones, Cheng Huaizhang smiled gleefully. He used his hands as a knife and swung them up, creating a pale white blade of light without any true energy. The blade left a clear, penetrating gash on the wall.

When the knife mark appeared, it was just a clean line, but in an instant it seemed to explode, extending outwards in all directions like hundreds of knives cutting at the same time. The wall immediately became riddled with ravines and almost collapsed!

"Hahahaha! Kill!"

Laughter echoed through the cell, leaving everyone stunned. Some even unconsciously took two steps back.

Cheng Qingdai stared blankly at her father, who was going mad, tears streaming down her face, but no sound came out.

"Sigh... the three cuts of Avici Hell..."

A soft sigh rang out, and "Yunluo" brandished the straw in her hand, unleashing a burst of energy.

The icy coldness of Mingyu True Qi surged into Cheng Huaizhang's body, instantly calming him down. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes shifting between madness and clarity.

Cheng Qingdai covered her face with her hands, muttering in her sleep, "Why, why did this happen..."

Tears seeped through her fingers, unstoppable.

Yunluo walked over, placed her hand on her shoulder, and revealed the cruel truth she had deduced:

"You made a grave mistake by having your father translate those three swords of the Avici Hell."

"That is an extremely evil demonic art. You have no martial arts skills and little knowledge, so you cannot understand its contents and are therefore unaffected."

“But your father is a capable man. He understood it and fell into it. His demonic nature amplified all the negative emotions in his heart a hundred or a thousand times, making him want to kill the world.”

“He poured all his negative emotions onto me and put them into action, forcibly breaking free from the demonic influence in this way and constantly fighting against it. This kind of life probably lasted for several months.”

"Now it seems that he can't hold on any longer. The fact that he gave you the secret manual yesterday shows that he already had the intention to harm you. Clearly, he can no longer control his demonic nature."

Yunluo's anger subsided considerably, and she even began to admire Cheng Huaizhang.

Even Guihai Bailian and Guihai Yidao, who had practiced martial arts their whole lives and whose talents were unparalleled, were controlled by the demonic nature of Abidao Sandao and could not extricate themselves.

Cheng Huaizhang, who was just a scholar and did not know martial arts, managed to withstand the attack for several months without his daughter, with whom he spent every day, not noticing anything amiss.

Even during this moment of demonic possession and madness, he only attacked the wall without suddenly injuring anyone, which was quite astonishing.

Of course, this may also be due to the incompleteness of the three swords of Avici, but in any case, Cheng Huaizhang's own abilities should not be underestimated.

"...It's my fault..." Cheng Qingdai muttered to herself, looking as if she didn't want to live anymore.

No way, that would be such a waste. My house is quite big; you can come and continue living here.

Suddenly, Cheng Huaizhang seemed to regain some of his senses: "...Qingdai, I'm sorry, you must live well..."

Cheng Qingdai looked up at Cheng Huaizhang, somewhat expectantly: "Father?"

"Hahahaha, I was just kidding! It's all your fault! Go die, go die, go die, go die—"

You're quite cheeky.

Yunluo knocked out the increasingly crazed Cheng Huaizhang, silencing him.

Yunluo glanced at Cheng Qingdai, who was sitting on the ground, neither crying nor making a fuss, just staring blankly, and felt a bit of a headache.

"Let's go home first. I'll call the Imperial Hospital to examine your father and see if there's any hope."