Yurong looked at the two with hostility, wishing she could flay them alive and devour them.
"Since you know, then shut your mouth obediently, and perhaps we can spare your life. If you dare to spout nonsense again, I'll kill you!"
Zhenzhu bent down to meet Yurong's gaze, threatening her fiercely, her dagger pressed against Yurong's neck. With a slight push, the sharp blade drew a trace of blood.
"Despicable and shameless! Traitors like you, who are ungrateful and betray their country, deserve to die. Even as a ghost, I will not forgive you!"
"Stubborn to the end!"
She had never encountered someone as obstinate as Yurong. She couldn't tell if Yurong was too foolish or if Granny Sun's brainwashing was too effective, molding Yurong into this state.
Zhenzhu dropped this sentence and stood up. Any further words with Yurong would be futile.
"Lan Cui, are you also going to betray the country like her?" Yurong shifted her gaze to Lan Cui.
"I'm only doing this to survive."
Lan Cui spoke softly, her head bowed, her eyes fixed on Yurong with unwavering resolve, saying everything that needed to be said.
She didn't believe she had done anything wrong. If a person doesn't look out for themselves, heaven and earth will destroy them. She simply wanted to live.
"This is treason. Don't forget you are all subjects of Xiliang. If not for His Majesty's kindness and Granny Sun's selection, you would have died long ago and wouldn't have today. To think you would be so ungrateful and do such a thing!"
"They wanted us to die, and we just want to live. What wrong have we done!"
Lan Cui shouted angrily. She only wanted the simplest thing, to live, and what wrong had she committed?
"For Xiliang, even sacrificing your life would be your honor. People like you, who would betray their country, are truly pathetic and shameful!"
"You are truly incorrigible!"
Feng Jin cast a glance at the increasingly hysterical Yurong, a cold smile playing on her lips. She never expected to find someone so thoroughly brainwashed.
"Who are you? Are you in league with them?"
Searching her memories yielded no information about the person before her, and she asked vigilantly.
"You don't need to know, because you'll soon forget all of this."
Feng Jin placed an incense burner with burning incense before Yurong. The faint sandalwood fragrance brought an unusual calm. Yurong immediately felt groggy, her eyes hollow and vacant.
Seeing that the effect was almost there, Feng Jin slowly said, "You are Yurong, and you must kill Granny Sun."
As Feng Jin's words fell, Yurong, as if controlled, repeated Feng Jin's words: "I am Yurong, and I must kill Granny Sun."
"Sleep now. When you wake up, everything will be alright."
Yurong's eyelids began to droop, and she soon fell into a deep sleep.
"She will forget everything that has happened, only remembering that she needs to kill Granny Sun."
Feng Jin spoke calmly. She had just hypnotized Yurong, erased her memories, and then implanted the idea of killing Granny Sun.
Lan Cui was still in a daze, looking at Feng Jin with eyes full of admiration. This was too miraculous; with just a few simple steps, she had changed a person's memories.
"Madam, since you can alter a person's memory, why not have Yurong turn over a new leaf and agree to join us?"
"This is merely the effect of hypnosis. Once the hypnotized person's cerebral cortex receives a strong stimulus, they will remember everything. This method is not a permanent solution. Moreover, Yurong's conviction to dedicate everything to the country is too deep-seated and difficult to change. It's better to have Yurong kill Granny Sun."
"With Yurong's assassination, it can temporarily alleviate Granny Sun's suspicion of you and disrupt her plans."
Having Yurong assassinate her would undoubtedly be the most powerful blow to Granny Sun. Her proud confidante would then try to kill her.
She now eagerly wanted to see Granny Sun's expression, which would surely be very amusing.
"Let's leave quickly. Yurong won't wake up until tomorrow morning."
They came late at night specifically for Yurong's matter. Now that it was resolved, she had to return soon.
She was somewhat worried that Ling Mohan might not be able to manage the two children alone.
After giving Zhenzhu a few simple instructions, Feng Jin hurried away.
When she returned, Ling Mohan was in a state of disarray, holding a toy in each hand, patiently coaxing the two children.
Seeing this heartwarming scene, Feng Jin was deeply touched. It was a pity she didn't have a phone to capture and preserve it.
Feng Jin took another few glances, engraving this scene firmly in her mind.
She could draw a sketch, which would also preserve it for some time. When Dabao and Erbao grew up, it would be a fond memory.
With this thought, Feng Jin watched for a while longer, becoming somewhat lost in thought.
"Finally, you're back. If you were any later, I would have been driven mad by these two little rascals."
The moment Ling Mohan saw Feng Jin appear, he let out a sigh of relief. He was finally free and didn't have to continue looking after them.
Busy, he got up and handed the children to Feng Jin. Watching them for a while, he felt more exhausted than if he had marched all day.
Erbao was more stable and didn't cry often. Dabao, especially, would start crying at the slightest inconvenience.
In just this short while, Dabao had thrown a tantrum no less than ten times, making Ling Mohan want to pull open Dabao's pants and spank him hard to see if he would behave.
The moment Dabao saw Feng Jin, he seemed to have found his anchor. His nose twitched violently, his eyes reddened, and he slumped into Feng Jin's arms, tears flowing freely. His chubby little hands even pointed at Ling Mohan.
He babbled incoherently, as if complaining about his grievances.
Feng Jin was amused by his demeanor. Dabao's expressions were now extremely rich, and his mood changed rapidly. In an instant, he switched from being wronged to being happy.
Dabao, perched on Feng Jin's shoulder, giggled after complaining about Ling Mohan.
"You stinker, you're giggling now, aren't you? I think you really deserve a spanking!"
The moment Ling Mohan made a move to hit him, Dabao's little face immediately crumpled, and he burst into loud cries, tears filling his eyes.
This speed of changing expressions was faster than flipping a book. Ling Mohan's mouth twitched uncontrollably. This kid was a master of pretense.
"Don't scare him," Feng Jin chided him displeasedly, as if he wasn't satisfied until he made Dabao cry.
"He's faking it. You have no idea..."