"You actually thought of poisoning Lingsu!" The thought of all Bei Lingsu had done for Bei Yun over the past year caused the anger she had barely repressed to surge back up uncontrollably.
"Even a mere animal would never harm its offspring, but you—you're worse than an animal!"
"She's been atoning for your sins, teaching apprentices in the Capital City for a year, and next year she plans to travel across Daqi to practice medicine. How do you repay her? By starting a war to create even more evil! After you die, you'll definitely descend to the eighteenth level of hell, without question!"
She gritted her teeth and spat her curses venomously.
No, to be precise, they weren't curses. She was merely stating facts. Heaven's justice calculates every debt; for someone like Bei Yun, the eighteenth level of hell was inevitably waiting.
