My Demon Husband Is a Snake

Chapter 1213: Not Even Worth a Single Hair

"Madam, do you think I don’t know all this?"

Zhang Sheng smiled and sighed deeply, "In the face of family rise and fall, traditional rules are worth nothing."

My mom was left speechless, unable to agree nor find words to refute.

Compared to Zhang Jia, Zhang Sheng seemed to favor me more for leading the Celestial Master Sect.

He earnestly advised me, "Miss Wan, I must remind you, if you don’t marry into the Zhang’s, your claim to the Celestial Master Sect will be illegitimate and fraught with difficulties."

"Now that my Uncle Che and Zhang Shuying have returned, it’s not certain that the Celestial Master Sect will fall to me." I recalled when Zhang Zidao accepted me as his disciple, and his reasons for wanting me to take charge.

Actually, both of Zhang’s two talented main lineages had left the Celestial Master Sect. Now that they are back in the Zhang Family, I feel there’s no need for me to intervene.

Zhang Sheng didn’t seem to realize I was genuinely uninterested in taking over the Zhang Family, looking deeply at me several times. "Over at Master Che’s side, it seems he’s not planning to have more children. Even if he takes over the family, eventually it would still return to Miss Wan. Not to mention Zhang Shuying... being the ancestor, the entire Zhang family cannot accommodate him."

"If that’s the case, I’ll consider your words." I nodded slightly to Zhang Sheng, not leaving an absolute answer.

Zhang Sheng was particularly delighted, thinking he had persuaded me, and said to his grandson, "Zhang Chuan, what are you doing standing there? Escort the Madam and Miss Wan back."

According to Zhang Zidao’s words, Zhang Shuying was being treated like a death row prisoner.

No one would bring him food, possibly not even a drop of water to drink.

I specially prepared a bunch of good wine and food, using Zhang Sheng’s connection to visit him in prison.

Zhang Sheng really saw promise in my future development, opening doors of convenience for me everywhere. If this were to reach Zhang Zidao’s ears, there would be consequences to face.

"A last meal? So lavish." Zhang Shuying didn’t even lift his head when he heard the iron door open, only using his sense of smell to guess that the meal was sumptuous.

The Zhang family’s cells were solemn and frightening, a room bordered by walls on all sides.

Access required a combination lock, with not even a single window inside.

I set down the bag carrying insulated containers, taking a seat on a cold iron chair, "With me here, how could you possibly be having a last meal?"

"You... actually managed to get in!!" Zhang Shuying sprang to his feet upon hearing my voice, tidying up his open Taoist robe, "This place is heavily guarded with spiritual arts and modern high technology. How did you do it?"

"I didn’t sneak in. Elder Sheng helped." I opened the insulated meal boxes one by one, the aroma of the food becoming more intense, "Sneaking in on my own ability would probably not work, unless by forcefully breaking in."

"I can tell you’ve become stronger and more pretentious." Starving, Zhang Shuying directly grabbed food with his long, elegant fingers instead of waiting for me to pass him chopsticks. "I remember more than a year ago I could easily catch you with one hand, reducing you to hard labor for the Gu Sect. Things have certainly changed..."

I watched him devour the food with relish, leaving the chopsticks on the lunchbox, not insisting he use utensils. "Don’t choke, there’s soup and drinks for you."

"If I’m not mistaken, you’ve refined two Three Corpse Gods, you’re almost at the level of Physical Sanctification." Zhang Shuying stopped his ravenous action after downing a whole bowl of soup, gently wiped his mouth with the Taoist robe, "Though I don’t know how you refined them, you’re already so strong, how did someone still gouge out your eye?"

"That’s... a private matter, don’t worry about it." I touched my eyes, feeling a bit conflicted inside.

Even my mom, Zhang Zidao, and Zhang Che noticed, only Zhang Shuying realized my Spiritual Eye was gone.

Moreover, he was quite concerned, repeatedly asking me about it.

At this point, Zhang Shuying set down the chopsticks, pinching his chin while sizing me up, "Heh~ you’re using Yu Longting’s Snake Eye, and you don’t care about your own eyes, even defending the person who gouged them out. Isn’t it... Yu Longting who did it?