With a slight twitch of his foot, Jiang Ce flicked a longsword from the ground into his hand.
"No! I'm Xinyao's grandmother! How can you kill me? You can't kill me!"
Seeing the cold light glinting off the longsword in Jiang Ce's hand, Old Madam Wang grew even more terrified. She scrambled backward, pushing herself with her hands, all while feigning composure and shouting at him.
Jiang Ce's face, however, was a mask of indifference. The look of conflict that had been in his eyes moments before was completely gone. Without the slightest hesitation, he slashed the longsword across Old Madam Wang's throat, and a thin line of blood appeared.
"Guh...!" Old Madam Wang pointed at Jiang Ce, wanting to say something more, but no sound came out.
"A moment ago, you had the chance to be a good grandmother to Xinyao and you chose not to. Now, it's not a role you can have just because you want it."
As Jiang Ce finished speaking, Old Madam Wang finally breathed her last.
