Chujiang was far too proud of herself. Xie Bian was loath to indulge her, but his curiosity was burning a hole through his chest.
"What question?" he asked, through gritted teeth.
At his side, Fan Wujiu's face was once again a mask of indifference. Xie Bian hoped one day he could teach him how to wield it in the same way he did a weapon.
"Naturally, I asked the ghost if A-Song was someone from the Wei family. And that was when she fell to her knees, dragging her nails down her cheeks." Chujiang's smile was cat-like, if she had a tail it would be twisting in the air behind her. "But she did something even more interesting: she wrapped her arms around her stomach."
"She was pregnant?" Fan Wujiu asked, eyebrows raised. "Killing her is a little extreme to get rid of an unwanted child."
Fan Wujiu: it's so much fun putting rich bastards in their place
Xie Bian: i can see that, it brings out your eyes
Fan Wujiu: that won't be relevant for several centuries and this is a fantasy novel: but they're red for a reson