C46 Words in the Name of Mischief

Meng Zixian still thought that she had hidden herself well, but she didn't know that a corner of her dress had been exposed, but Gu Jing Cheng intentionally blocked it, and Song Qi had been blocked outside.

The two men went out to talk. Gu Jing Cheng closed the door and Meng Zian came out. Seeing that there was no movement outside, she walked carefully to the door and tried to hear some movement.

"Why are you stopping me?"

"We have an appointment ahead of us."

"We're also close friends."

"But I do owe them a favor this time."

"I was wrong about her this time. It's only right that she is angry at me."

Meng Zixian heard the conversation between the two and wanted to hear it clearly. However, the sound was getting farther and farther away and could no longer be heard.

Actually, most of her anger had dissipated, and she had been taken care of well these few days. She did not feel dissatisfied, so continuing to be stubborn seemed to be disadvantageous to her.

"Bam." Meng Zixian pushed open the door and saw the two men standing under the tree.

Song Que was as handsome as a tree. He was tall and slender, but his face was cold. Gu Jing Cheng was completely different from him. He always wore a faint smile on his face, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

"What, you can bear to come out?" Song Que lowered his head. At this moment, he finally saw his target and couldn't help but mock him.

Meng Zixian held her hands and looked at Song Que and said angrily, "I accept your apology this time."

"Of course, I can't."

After all, Song Que didn't apologize officially, and Meng Zixian wasn't stingy. One of them was alive and the other needed a chess piece.

"But I want you to send books such as history books, wild history books, and records of strange ghosts and monsters to my palace. If I don't get a carriage full of them, I won't obediently return to the palace."

Song Que's face showed anger. He looked at Meng Zixian with cold eyes and finally agreed.

Meng Zixian also did not expect this. She happily clapped her hands, thinking that not only could she understand the history of this world, but she could also find a time to enjoy it when she was free.

"Alright, since you've agreed on this, you can settle the rest yourselves." Gu Jing City had successfully completed their mission and left a space for them to discuss among themselves.

Meng Zixian told Song Qi He to prepare well before she went back. Before this, she was still staying at Jing King Manor.

Who would have thought that Song Que would be so efficient. He quickly prepared a carriage full of books and ordered people to pull it over for Meng Zixian to see.

Once he entered the palace, the book in the carriage would be very eye-catching. Song Qishen told Meng Zixian to return to the palace first, and the book would be delivered to her room. Meng Zixian agreed.

On the night before they returned to the palace, Meng Zixian bid farewell to Miao Ling. She thanked Gu Jingcheng for taking care of her for the past few days and followed Song Qi River back to the palace.

Back in her chamber, Ling'er came out to greet him. Without asking further questions, she asked a few questions about how things had been going, and how things had been going. Meng Zixian was a bit embarrassed, but she also understood that Ling'er was definitely someone from Song Qi He.

Song Que kept his promise. Recently, there were people who would send over ten or so books every day. Slowly, the entire room was filled with all kinds of books.

When he had free time, Meng Zixian would flip through the books to relieve her boredom. Song Qi didn't give any orders for the next mission.

"Empress, Honorable Patriarch Huai is sick."

Meng Zixian was reading a book, and as soon as Ling'er returned from outside, she was shocked to hear the news.

It had been a long time since he'd seen someone from the Huai Clan, ever since he frightened the person from the Huai Clan.

She put down the book and sighed. "Ling'er, I want to go out."

After changing clothes, Meng Zixian did not take Ling'er with her. She went out alone to the bedroom of someone from the noble clan Huai.

The door to her bedroom was tightly shut. She hesitated for a moment before she knocked on the door. Only after a long time did someone open the door. It was the empress who had served beside the thin imperial concubine.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

"I am here to visit Venerable Lord Huai."

The palace maid opened the door wide and welcomed Meng Zixian in.

The interior of the palace seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time. Falling leaves flew everywhere and a tree had even withered. It was vastly different from the last time he had seen it.

She knew that someone from the Huai clan was in his sleeping quarters, so she walked straight towards the door. When she pushed it open, it was pitch black inside. The ground was damp and a musty stench entered her nose.

"Noble Huai?" Meng Zixian asked in a testing tone, but she didn't expect no one to respond.

She slowly walked in and discovered that there was movement by the bed. She walked up and found that it was someone from a noble family, and struggled to get up.

"Why is he alone?"

Noble Huai's entire body was boiling hot, his expression absent-minded, and he was mumbling something unknown. Meng Zixian helplessly helped him up, then went out to get a basin of water to wipe the sweat of Noble Huai.

After she had tidied him up, Meng Zixian went out and called for someone as soon as she saw the palace maid who opened the door.

"Where is the person in this palace?"

The servant girl carefully replied, "Honorable Huai was sick for a few days. The palace maids that were looking after him were called away by the other empress. The servant girls by his side went to the Imperial Hospital to retrieve their medicine."

"Please take care of me. If you need anything, come find me."

"Yes."

After Meng Zixian left, her heart was filled with mixed feelings. She had only been sick for a few days, and then she quickly lost her favor.

After slowly returning to her own room, Ling'er came to welcome her. "Little Lord, the sky is cold. Why didn't you wait for this servant to bring the cloak out for you?"

"It's fine, just walk and it'll be warm."

"Honorable Master Huai, did something happen over the past few days? How could he suddenly be sick? "

Ling'er pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice, "I heard that Imperial Concubine Rong's sleeping quarters were haunted. When Imperial Physician Huai heard this, his expression turned ugly, and he suddenly became ill."

Meng Zixian frowned, deep in thought.

That day, he had forced someone to tell him about conniving at Imperial Concubine, but Imperial Concubine Rong had died in the end. When that person heard that there was a ghost, could it be that he was afraid of being robbed of his life?

Meng Zixian had never believed in ghosts and spirits. She had never believed that people could mess around and cause trouble. People were always the best at it!

She decided to visit Imperial Concubine tonight. She didn't believe that there really was a ghost in this world!

It wasn't easy for Meng Zixian to get through the night, but tonight was also a moonless night. The night sky was dark and the wind was biting cold. The clothes she wore were thin, so she had to add on some clothes to prevent herself from trembling.

She dashed all the way to Imperial Concubine Rong's chambers.

Imperial Concubine Rong's bedroom was completely silent. Not many people would be able to remember her after reproducing the peanuts in her lifetime. As soon as she landed on the ground, a gust of cold wind assaulted their senses.

Woo woo.

A wave of weeping and wailing sounded out. It was as if they were complaining, but it was extremely desolate. It was extremely eye-catching within the darkness, and as it was blown away by the wind, it sounded extremely terrifying.

"It can't be, is there really a ghost?" Meng Zixian murmured to herself as she followed the sound of the voice.

Sure enough, he found a spot of light.

One of them was wearing a black cloak and was kneeling on the ground. He was trembling as he faced a brazier, crying as he put something on one side of the brazier.