Chapter Seventeen: The Hermit's Ingenious Plan

Several hours later, at noon, in a guest room of the council building.

I sat by the table, waiting for An Ming Shan to arrive. Just as my meal was about to go cold, she was finally brought in. After she entered, I closed and locked the door behind her. Though her head was bowed, I could see the tear stains on her face and the deep sense of grievance she carried. Fortunately, there were no signs of physical torture, which made things easier.

I smiled and said, “Come, come, sit down. Let’s have a good meal together.”

Suddenly, An Ming Shan lifted her head and glared at me angrily. “To think I trusted you so much, yet you’re in cahoots with them, colluding to deceive me!”

I tried to placate her, “It’s not like that... You... please, sit down first, calm down. We can talk through this slowly, okay?”

Gradually calming, she said, “Do you know that I regarded you as family, the one I trusted the most? I never imagined you would treat me this way, like a mere object to be manipulated.”

I gathered my words and replied, “You... you just sit down first. If there’s any difficulty, tell me—I’ll help you solve it.” Then I gently pushed her into the seat and continued, “Just sit and eat well, don’t think about anything else. I sent someone to investigate last night’s incident; the results should come soon. Now, eat up, be good.”

Watching her eat, I probed cautiously, “About what Sister Lin mentioned, are you perhaps going to...”

Before I could finish, An Ming Shan abruptly put down her chopsticks, staring at me fiercely. “So this is your so-called ‘banquet of betrayal,’ right? I see through you all now—you’re all cut from the same cloth! Hmph! I’m leaving this place—right now!”

I said, “You have a good memory. Yes, a promising child... Hey, wait, who’s the bad one here? This is all mixed up. You can’t leave, not until you decide for sure.”

Angrily, she said, “I’m definitely leaving today. Even if I get hit by a car, I want to leave. I want a normal life!”

I said, “My dear, it’s New Year’s Day. Please don’t be angry.”

Her voice cracked with tears as she said, “Fine, can’t I be angry? Just let me go and die! I have nothing left—no one to trust anymore. I’ve lost all will to live. Only death can... can... yes, only death can prove my resolve! Only death can prove my resolve!” After saying this, she glared at me and suddenly slammed her head against the nearest wall! Alarmed, I quickly caught her, pressed her back into the seat, my heart pounding.

I asked, “Why think like that? Do you realize how dangerous that was just now?”

An Ming Shan wept, “Why are you stopping me? Just let me die! It doesn’t matter if I exist or not. Let me die!” She tried to stand, but I pressed her back down again.

I said, “You have troubles and grievances, at least you can talk to someone. As for me? I have to bottle it all up, with no one willing to listen. Whatever you have, just say it. It’s just the two of us here; don’t you trust me?”

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