Chapter 17: Whether You Admit It or Not Is Irrelevant to Me

Seven years ago, Ji Huaili was away on official business, while the concubine Li Xiaodie was nearing her due date at home. When she was about to give birth, Madam Chen did not summon a midwife, but instead ordered the servants to spread the news that Li Xiaodie had died in childbirth. She fixed her gaze on Madam Chen and spoke each word with deliberate clarity.

“After the news was sent out, you commanded that Li Xiaodie and the child in her womb be buried together in a coffin, left to rest in a mass grave on the outskirts of the city. It was—” She paused, her voice turning colder, and finally spat out the last two words, “buried alive.”

At these words, the entire great hall was thrown into shock.

The concubines were so frightened they nearly screamed, clapping hands over their mouths as they all turned to stare at Madam Chen.

Yet amid the shock, whispers began to spread.

“I never expected the lady of the house to be so ruthless. I always thought there was something suspicious about Li Xiaodie’s death…”

“The first wife has always been cruel, you know that. Look at how badly we’ve all suffered at her hands…”

At this moment, the concubines acted as if they’d stumbled upon fresh gossip, chattering quietly among themselves.

“You vile girl, how dare you slander me! What proof do you have?” Madam Chen had committed no shortage of such deeds, but never before had she felt such panic and fear as today.

And all because of this girl standing before her!

She turned instantly to Ji Huaili, her voice rising in distress, “Master, you must stand up for me! You cannot listen to this girl’s wild nonsense!”

Zhang Po’s legs trembled, her mind haunted by the memory of Li Xiaodie pounding desperately on her coffin, crying for help.

“Let me out… let me… bear my child… spare my child…”

Her head spun and she nearly fainted.

Could it be that the vengeful spirit had returned to claim retribution?

The thought nearly made her swoon on the spot.

Ji Huaili’s expression grew cold and severe, his gaze toward Madam Chen now icy and sharp.

“Impossible! Girl, cease your wild accusations!” Ji Yuanruo said coldly.

“Whether you admit it or not is none of my concern. All you need to do is listen.” Ji Tianxin continued in her mild, unhurried tone, “After all, regardless of your confession, I will kill you. You and your wicked servants murdered Li Xiaodie, and nearly killed the child she carried. I do not speak lies—so as long as I know the truth, that is enough.”

Her eyes were frosty, each word laced with a bone-chilling coldness.

Ji Tianxin’s sole purpose for returning to the General’s Manor was to avenge Li Xiaodie and her unborn child, and to claim what was rightfully hers.

Now, her identity had been acknowledged by Ji Huaili. The next step was to claim justice for Li Xiaodie’s untimely death.

Once she accepted the truth, she had no interest in hearing their evasions and justifications.

She disliked unnecessary trouble.

Back in the Celestial Realm, she always preferred action over words. In time, even those worthy of her action ceased to exist.

“Ji Tianxin! How dare you accuse the lady of murdering Xiaodie on nothing but a child’s empty words! Do you think, just because you have a martial artist in the Body Refinement stage at your side, you can do as you please in my General’s Manor?” Ji Huaili was furious, and his thunderous roar shook the entire estate.

“You threaten murder without evidence—such a vicious, unruly child must be dealt with now, lest you become a scourge in the future!” Ji Yuanruo, enraged by Ji Tianxin’s words, glared and prepared to attack.

But he found himself unable to move—rooted to the spot as if glued in place!

His heart raced with terror.

What was happening?