Chapter 37: Who Are You

With a murmured word, Ji Tianxin slowly opened her eyes. Blurred and drowsy, her gaze carried a hint of irritation at being roused from sleep.

“My lady.” Su Qing, seeing Ji Tianxin awake, immediately approached and knelt on one knee. “Did I disturb your rest? Please wait a moment, my lady, I will drive out the troublemaker at once.”

Ji Tianxin sat up slowly; her already cool and delicate face now seemed even colder.

At that moment, she neither spoke nor acted, yet an invisible, terrifying pressure settled over the entire space, making everyone feel a chilling sense of dread.

Ji Yuanruo felt nothing but cold—a cold so piercing it seemed to freeze the blood in his veins.

“It’s you,” Ji Tianxin said, her faint brows furrowing slightly as she looked at him.

Ji Yuanruo gripped the sword in his hand, staring at Ji Tianxin. He could not bring himself to strike—he did not want to. Yet, the hatred for his mother’s killer was unforgivable; she was his enemy.

Conflicting emotions battled within his mind, but in the end, his murderous intent prevailed.

“So young, and already so cruel—murdering your own mother. If you live to grow up, you will surely bring disaster upon the world! Today, I will avenge my mother and rid the world of this menace!” Ji Yuanruo rose with his sword.

A cold gleam flashed past Ji Tianxin’s eyes.

Her expression, already irritable, now took on an icy edge.

She did not need to lift a finger; Su Qing had already blocked Ji Yuanruo.

Ji Tianxin threw off the thin blanket and stepped forward, stopping just close enough to look Ji Yuanruo directly in the face. “You want to kill me?”

Restricted by Su Qing, Ji Yuanruo could not move, but his eyes, filled with hatred, stared fiercely at Ji Tianxin.

“Who are you?” Ji Tianxin asked, puzzled. “Why do you want to kill me?”

The question caught Ji Yuanruo off guard.

Ji Tianxin had trouble recognizing faces—unless she made an effort to remember someone, she would forget them. Or perhaps, having lived too long and seen too many people, she simply couldn’t be bothered.

Su Qing explained, “He is the son of Madam Chen.”

Ji Yuanruo could not quite describe his feelings—there was anger, but also humiliation.

He came filled with hatred, seeking revenge, only for her to have forgotten who he was. That was more infuriating and humiliating than being struck dead.

“Oh…” Ji Tianxin finally remembered.

Then her voice rose and fell slightly. “So, this is why you disturbed my sleep?”

Ji Yuanruo stammered, “I… I…” No, he had come to kill her! He wanted revenge!

But he could only glare at Ji Tianxin, unable to utter a single word.

Ji Tianxin spoke slowly and evenly, her voice tinged with childish innocence, as if she were a young child learning to speak.

“You want to avenge Madam Chen?” she asked him.

Ji Yuanruo stared at her, unable to understand how such a clean, youthful face could be so ruthless. He gritted his teeth. “Yes!”

Ji Tianxin nodded. “I understand.”

Ji Yuanruo demanded, “What do you mean?”

Su Qing, too, was confused. “My lady?”

Ji Tianxin replied with a soft “Mm”: “Madam Chen buried my mother and me alive, causing Li Xiaodie, my mother, to die. So I killed her. I killed Madam Chen, and now you seek revenge for your mother. That is right.”