Mrs. Geng's thoughts were guessed, and she stared at Shen Xihe.
"It's not worth it, Madam." Ignoring Madam Geng's cold gaze, Shen Xihe lowered her head and smoothed her sleeves that were spread on her knees. "Do you believe that if you hang yourself in front of the palace, I can have you moved to a mass grave right after, so that everyone will think that you are actually ashamed and have disappeared."
Mrs. Geng trembled immediately: "You..."
Tilting his head slightly, raising his eyebrows and smiling at Madam Geng, Shen Xihe said, "Don't waste your thoughts. If you want to die, I will grant your wish. Once you leave the palace, you won't live long."
"If I die, it will be your palace that will kill me to silence me!" Mrs. Geng growled.
"It's a pity that you've already made a fuss once. No one would think this way about such a repeat offender." Shen Xihe said with some regret.
"You are not the princess, you are not the princess—" People from all sides suddenly shouted, "The princess is definitely not like this..."
Madam Geng was the one who had raised Shen Xihe. Although the time was not long, it was not too long either. Shen Xihe was so smart and resourceful, but he did not have such a hard and cold heart. The person in front of him was too unfamiliar.
"Heh..." Shen Xihe laughed softly, "Mrs. Geng doesn't even see herself clearly, but she thinks she sees through others."
"What did you say!"
"I have never understood why Uncle Geng betrayed my father. He is already this old, and he has no son to inherit his legacy. Even if he succeeds with all his efforts, it will only be a temporary relief. How many years can he still be the King of the Northwest?" Shen Xihe's bright eyes fell on Madam Geng's face. "It is not like Uncle Geng to take such a big risk, to be deserted by his friends and relatives, and to lose his integrity in his later years, in order to surrender to Your Majesty. Unless..."
Shen Xihe paused deliberately. Madam Geng's pupils shrank slightly, and she realized that her guess was correct: "It was you. You couldn't bear the pain of losing your son. You cried every day and kept talking to Uncle Geng day after day. You personally injected the inner demon into Uncle Geng's body. His love for you made him embark on this road of no return."
"You're talking nonsense!" Mrs. Geng retorted sharply, and then her eyes became dull. "I didn't do that. You're talking nonsense. It wasn't me!"
"Geng Zhongji deserved to die. How many innocent people did he kill? Every time you use money to avoid disaster, haven't you ever had nightmares?" Shen Xihe didn't understand why some people could ignore the feelings of others for the sake of their own flesh and blood
She understood that being willful is selfish, but how a couple who were once so upright could become completely different because of this long-lost child, and how they disregarded human life and violated morals was something that she, who had not experienced it, could hardly comprehend.
"I only have one child, Zhong. He was lost because his parents were trying to protect their country. He fell into the hands of kidnappers and was transferred to many places. He suffered a lot. If he had never been lost and had always been by my side, how could this happen?" Mrs. Geng's eyes were full of madness and paranoia. "We owe him all this. The people of Northwest China owe him. They just lost a daughter, and we saved their whole family!"
Shen Xihe quietly looked at the crazy woman in front of him. How could this once gentle and virtuous person become so unreasonable and frighteningly paranoid just because of the pain of losing her son