Her injuries could heal quickly or slowly—if she rested quietly, it would be quick, but if she always needed to exert herself spiritually, it would be slow. However, slow was not a problem as long as no new injuries occurred or old illnesses did not flare up.
"Can you tell me what exactly happened in the prison at Sanqing Ruins? How could they treat you so harshly?"
"Why couldn't they? Because I am the daughter of the Twin Gods of the Underworld?"
Lin Suqing felt that Qing Youmeng must still be hiding something, not telling everything. Even if there were plots in the Sanqing Ruins, there was no need to capture her so urgently, and even resort to torture.
"It's okay if you cannot speak of it for now. Tell me when you feel ready."
Qing Youmeng was like a sealed gourd, more stubborn than a mule—impossible to lead, and even more defiant when pushed. She would speak only if she intended to.
Otherwise, pressing her further would only arouse her suspicions.