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Not long after they had eaten, someone urged Zhuo Jin to leave the ancestral hall. The little girl had no choice but to pout her lips as she walked out.

After she left, Luo Shang began to busy herself with the matters at hand again, not daring to stop for even a moment.

As the sky gradually darkened, the hazy night gradually covered the ancestral hall. In the pitch-black courtyard, only a sliver of moonlight could be seen. The candlelight in the ancestral hall was flickering, accompanying the woman who did not dare to stop.

The night was rather cold, and the ancestral hall was covered in the damp from the wind and frost all year round, making it feel slightly cold. A gust of wind blew inside, and the hanging silk cloth swayed back and forth in the air, the weak candlelight shining on the white cloth strip, casting a bright shadow.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, extinguishing a few green candles. The room immediately darkened, gradually becoming pitch-black and blurry.

Luo Shang frowned, she fumbled to stand up and walked towards the hall, wanting to ignite the light, but right at that moment, she heard the sound of the door closing tightly.

She was stunned for a moment. When she turned around, she saw a white shadow floating outside the window, floating back and forth.

Although she could not see her clearly through the window, Luo Shang could still see the figure of a woman. Her hair was dishevelled and bright red blood was flowing from her eyes on her face.

Luo Shang's eyes trembled and her pupils dilated. Her body tensed and her hands grabbed onto the corner of her clothes as she retreated, coincidentally leaning against the table behind her, knocking down a support lamp. Her body fell to the ground at the same time.

"Hmm —" She fell to the ground and accidentally twisted her ankle. In the darkness, she wanted to grab onto something and stand up, but she couldn't see anything.

Her feet ached so much that she bit her lips, and beads of sweat slowly flowed down her forehead. She was barely able to stay standing, and when Luo Shang saw that the white shadow at the window was flashing even faster, she frowned and looked carefully at the shadow that was imprinted on the window beside her.

Ghosts did not have shadows, and she had never done anything shameful, so what was there to be afraid of? Then who was the one who was playing tricks here?

Luo Shang, who was still in fear just a moment ago, suddenly calmed down. Gritting her teeth, Luo Shang dragged his body, endured the pain on her ankle hoops, and supported her with anything that could support her as she walked slowly towards the door.

She had just opened the door when a strong gust of cold wind blew towards her. Luo Shang felt a buzzing sound in her head, and then, she could no longer see anything as he fell hard onto the cold stone ground.

Seeing her unconscious on the ground, the man in the white robe threw the wooden stick in his hand onto the ground. He lifted the cloth covering his body and waved it at the bushes beside him.

In the darkness, two figures walked over.

"Sister Yun Xiu, she has already been knocked unconscious by me." The woman wearing a white gown and the maidservant behind Yun Xiu were the two servant s who had framed Luo Shang.

Yun Xiu stared at the woman fiercely, she extended her leg and kicked her body twice, and she really fainted.

"Drag her away —" Yun Xiu ordered the two girls beside him. If it wasn't for this damnable woman, how could she have ended up in such a state? Ever since this woman from the Luo Clan married into the palace, the prince had become even more cold and heartless. No matter how bewitchingly he dressed himself, the prince wouldn't even glance at him. Now that she caused him to lose his position as maidservant's Head of Department, how could she be let go of him so easily?

Today, Yun Xiu had snuck in here secretly, he had wanted to use the Ancestral Hall's weirdness to scare her to the point of being terrified, she had never expected that this woman, who was not afraid of ghosts, would be able to walk out. She could only carry out her next plan. She might as well have maidservant knock her out and drag her into the well to comfort her angry mood.

The two girls looked at each other, their faces showing hesitation. They stammered, "Sister Yun Xiu, do you really want to do this? However, she was still the princess consort. If the prince were to find out about her tomorrow … "I will definitely pursue this matter. If this matter is exposed, what should we do?"

Yun Xiu clenched her fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and stared at them as she spoke, enunciating every word: "What are you afraid of? "It's not the first time. What's more, it's just an abandoned wangfei. The prince wants her to die, so who would care about her life? Why aren't you guys hurry and drag her away."

The moment Yun Xiu saw the woman lying on the ground, she was filled with anger, and completely ignored the consequences. She just wanted to kill Luo Shang. Hatred could make a person lose their mind, but at the same time, jealousy could also make a person lose their mind.

Under her urging, the two maidservant s still squatted down. Just as they were about to drag the woman away, they heard a voice coming from outside the entrance of Ning Hui Hall.

"How is the wangfei?"

This was Ma Gu's voice, it was so late, could it be that Ma Gu was here to patrol? Yun Xiu's eyes darkened, since she could not bring him away, then she could only do this, thinking to herself, she raised the corner of her evil eyes and took out an exquisite dagger from her waist, a sharp blade light flashed, and was about to stab at the woman on the ground.

"Sister Yun Xiu, you're crazy. Ma Gu is right outside, let's go —" The two maidservant s' faces were filled with anxiety. They forcefully stopped Yun Xiu from dragging her away, and retreated out of a hidden hole in the side door of Ning Hui Hall.

What kind of person was Ma Gu? Once she discovered him, wouldn't she have skinned their skins? It wouldn't matter if one of them died, but they didn't want to accompany Yun Xiu to their deaths.

Ma Gu did not care about this matter and managed to save her life from being crushed. Otherwise, she would have already been killed by Yun Xiu by now.

Hearing Ma Gu's voice, the two maidservant s trembled all over, and forcefully dragged Yun Xiu away, and had already left Ning Hui Hall.

She was worried that the scripture could be restored as scheduled. After all, it was related to the great matter of the ancestral worship ceremony, so she was clear about which part was more important. Furthermore, she knew that it was all because of Yun Xiu and it had nothing to do with him, so she did not have any intentions of coming in to make things difficult for her.

After hearing the gatekeeping maidservant report it all, Ma Gu left.

In the pitch black courtyard, a cold wind was blowing wildly. It was unknown how long the woman lying on the cold stone ground lay there for, but even in her coma, her eyebrows were knitted tightly together. Her tightly shut eyes were still rolling and shaking her head.

The scenes of those dreams played in her mind —

A dozen soldiers surrounded a man in a pool of mud. Under the hazy rain of rain, the man was wrapped in a faded suit of blood-dripping armor, and in his hand, he was tightly grasping a treasured knife that shone with a sharp light, the blade still dripping with red blood. As he brandished the long blade and charged towards the enemy, he quickly aimed the sharp arrow at him, piercing through his body and covering his chest and abdomen.

The man's wide back figure fell onto the ground with a 'plop'. His messy hair hung down his back, and dripping raindrops flowed down his light hair. The man raised his head and called out a name.

The voice.

Then, his cold body fell into a pool of blood.

"Ah — —" After an ear-piercing scream, Luo Shang, who was lying on the stone ground, was abruptly awakened. She sat up, gasping for air, her hands covering her chest as though she was about to suffocate.

Tears rolled down from her eyes as she continuously pounded her chest with her right hand. At her left atrium, why did her heart hurt so much? It hurt so much …

The pain was akin to being torn apart.

Who was that back? Who was that man? Luo Shang's head looked like it was about to explode, she shook her head, and when her two hands touched her forehead, she felt that her palm was sticky, only then did she realise that there was blood on her forehead.

Luo Shang stood up with much difficulty, and slowly walked back to the ancestral hall while leaning on a pillar. If someone wanted to harm her, the blood on her forehead should have been left from the beating of a rod.

She sighed. Faintly and carefully, she picked up the shelf on the floor, held the lamp in her hand and sat back down at the table. Borrowing the light, she picked up the pen and continued writing the complicated scripture.

The pain in her forehead and in her heart was more than what she needed to do now, but it had gradually been forgotten by the woman.

At the same time —

It was the same silence outside Yue'e's pavilion. The light of the lamp shone on the deep and serene wutong tree trunk in the courtyard, while the cold and smooth stone floor did not outline a beautiful concept, but instead added to the heaviness and desolation of the night.

The quiet night was eerily quiet, the full moon shimmering in and out of sight suspended high in the sky, surrounded by dark gray clouds. Under the movement of these faintly discernible clouds, the surroundings of the full moon seemed to be infected by a layer of decadent sewage, the dark and muddy color without a trace of brilliance.

The man who was picking up the ink and drawing in the room looked at the white paper which had half of the woman's face imprinted on it. His bright, watery eyes were as black as obsidian, and his unreadable profoundness seemed to be filled with a thousand years of vicissitudes and shallow displeasure. His clear-lined face, under his distinct features, was deeply furrowed.

Leng Shaoyu raised his eyes and focused on looking out of the window, his mind seemed to be in sync. How long had it been since he last looked at Yue'e, to the point where the drawing she made no longer resembled him.

However, what made the man angry was the pair of eyes that was drawing the picture of a woman. That pair of eyes that was filled with haughtiness and elegance, was not Yue'e's gaze that was as gentle as water.

On the contrary, she was extremely similar to that woman.

It was unknown when, but that woman's appearance had always appeared before his eyes. Whether it was her pride, or her humble begging expression, or whether she pretended to be strong on purpose, or her tears that flowed when she found it hard to endure, they would always flash across Leng Shaoyu's heart.

When and how had that woman started, she had already affected her emotions.

Leng Shaoyu squinted his eyes, with a 'bang', he clenched his fist and slammed it into the table, shaking the table, causing the teacup above to emit a clear and melodious sound.