"What about Fen Ziyan?"
Zi Yuanling's dull crimson eyes opened slightly.
"Were you going to kill her?"
At the question, the cell grew even quieter.
Zi Yuanling stared at him for a long moment, as if the question itself had cut deeper than all the ones before it.
Then she slowly shook her head.
"…No."
Her voice was soft, but firm.
"...I never planned to kill my own daughter."
Her fingers curled faintly against the wood.
"...I was going to finish what I had accepted. Let the blessing run its course. Let that thing use this body until there was nothing left to take."
She paused.
"And then I was going to destroy myself with it."
Then a faint, tired breath escaped her lips.
"If I self-destructed at the right moment, I could drag the being possessing me down with me. That was the only ending I could still choose."
Her lifeless crimson eyes lowered.
"...Ziyan was never meant to die with me."
