Chapter 430 - 141 Conclusion_3
"Ji Shuran," Jiang Li said calmly, "your claim that retribution is helpless against you is impossible. The sins you’ve committed will, of course, need to be repaid slowly. If I let you off lightly, your children would have to bear the consequences. How you treated me in the past is how others will treat your flesh and blood in the future." She smiled, "That seems fair."
Ji Shuran’s tears and snot mixed together in a mess, thoroughly wretched.
She wasn’t afraid of anything, and though she feared death, her greatest concern was for her two children. Ji Shuran had prepared for the worst, which was to trade her own death for Jiang Yuanbai’s guilt and extra love for her children. But now, Jiang Li was mercilessly shattering even this last wish.Indeed, she had paved the way for her son and daughter by killing other children, snatching away others’ marriage prospects, and secretly hiring assassins. Whenever someone might block their path, Ji Shuran wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate them. What her own children coveted, she snatched from the hands of others. Hence, Jiang Youyao developed such an ignorant and impetuous nature; she couldn’t withstand Jiang Li, nor could Ji herself.
Ji Shuran despaired, and from her despair sprung hatred. She looked at Jiang Li and said, "Even if Chongxu Daoist Master is a fraud, you are a devil." Then she accused, "You’re not Ye Zhenzhen’s daughter! You’re not Jiang Li!"
Ji Shuran was venting her unwillingness to accept defeat.
She had schemed her whole life and lost to a whelp, utterly defeated. How could she be content with that! Jiang Li was so young, yet so scheming. Since her return, in all their conflicts, Ji Shuran had never gained an advantage. She kept losing ground step by step: the affiliation with Marquis Ningyuan’s Mansion, Jiang Youyao’s fame... And this time, if it wasn’t for dealing with Jiang Li, she wouldn’t have invited Chongxu Daoist Master to the mansion, leading to this ultimate outcome!
Although intending to lash out, she saw Jiang Li cock her head to the side to look at her for a while before standing up.
Ji Shuran instinctively backed away, but found herself against a wall. Her hands and feet were bound; she could not move, only watch helplessly as the young girl slowly approached.
Though she seemed an elegant and youthful girl, Ji Shuran felt as if facing a fierce ghost. Jiang Li stepped forward until she was in front of her and crouched down.
The girl’s eyes were black and bright, impossibly clear and distinct. But Ji Shuran knew that the eyes were not innocent or ignorant; she knew everything.