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Teacher Mo An had his eyes closed. He tightened his fingers around the buddhist beads and asked, "Amitabha, who is your master?"

The black-clothed man laughed coldly and said, "You will recognize her once you see her. Please."

As time passed, the news of the third miss meeting with the evil spirit had already spread throughout the entire manor. The entire manor was filled with an indescribably tense atmosphere.

Almost everyone was staring fixedly at the movements of Clear Spring Academy.

After his mother returned to Qing'an Courtyard, she sat on a sour pear chair, rubbing the buddhist beads in her hand as she closed her eyes and recited a scripture. Lian Yan Qing sat to the side and did not say a word.

"Mother, are they going to bite again?" The second miss' mind revealed a terrifying gloominess, and the smile on her face was extremely strange. "That's great! No matter who wins, I'll feel extremely satisfied!"

This time, the Hu family didn't have much of a happy ending. She sadly looked at her daughter and muttered, "Worry, worry, it's all mother's fault, she shouldn't be bewitched by the Xiao family. If one of them were to be bitten to death, I still hope for the Xiao family to die …"

Six hours passed.

Senior Servant Tai held a chicken in one hand and a knife in the other as she stood outside the door with a ferocious expression. Senior Servant Zhen stood opposite her. Every time the chicken pounced on her, she would shiver in fear.

"Senior Servant Zhen, if you want to kill a chicken later, you better stand far away. Be careful of splattering blood all over your body. Your body's good stuff is too much of a waste!" Senior Servant Tai raised the cold blade in her hand and glanced sideways at Senior Servant Zhen, a cold smile appearing on her fierce-looking face.

"…" Senior Servant Zhen trembled as she involuntarily retreated two steps away from Senior Servant Tai. She silently cursed in her heart. This originally crude dog had suddenly become the big miss's favorite, living a better life than her.

Greenwood looked at her coldly, but she didn't dare to move anymore. She lowered her head and curled up into a ball, not daring to move. She was worried about Third Miss in the room, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Lian Rue Yue was always accompanying Lian Shiya in her room. She closed her eyes to rest her mind; she was neither rushed nor impatient, nor hurried. Her expression was indifferent, as if she wasn't affected by any external factors.

Lian Shiya lay on the ground for six entire hours. These six hours were like a year to her, but she couldn't do anything as she waited with every step of the way.

Finally, she was covered in sweat. One after another, sweat after another fell like soybeans. Her entire body was almost completely drenched in sweat. Even the white cloth that wrapped around her wrist had become wet and was dyed red with blood.

She could no longer hold it in and abruptly sat up on the bed.

Lian Ruyue slowly opened her eyes and "concernedly" asked, "Third sister, is the ghost with you again?"

Lian Shiya thought of the chicken that was waiting to be killed outside her mind.

"Miss, are you going to kill the chicken?" Outside the door, Senior Servant Tai shouted.

Lian Shiya clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Her hands clenched even tighter as the veins on the back of her hands were exposed. In the end, she laid back down.

This Senior Servant Tai was really a unique landscape in her courtyard. She was crude and unparalleled in strength, but she was loyal and devoted. She was truly an experienced person; she knew how to find people!

She gave a light cough and replied, "Senior Servant Tai, there's no need to kill him now. Let's wait a little longer."

Even Shi Ya was about to grind her teeth into pieces when she heard her words.

"The Ninth Prince has arrived!"

Just as the air was about to freeze and even Shiya felt that she was about to go crazy, an exceptionally clear and bright sound suddenly came from outside.

Lian Xiyue was startled.

Why did he come here?

Lian Shiya was also stunned. She was waiting left and right, waiting for that Master Teacher Mo An to beat up Lian Yingyue into a Phantom Possession. Why did he wait for a completely unrelated Nine Kings?

In her opinion, this person had lost his mother's concubine, and she couldn't even participate in court politics. She was nothing more than a cripple with an empty appearance.

Lian Ru Yue got up and walked to the door of her room. When she opened the door, she looked up and saw a man dressed in a white brocade robe walking in with the evening breeze. The robe fluttered gently without dust, giving off a noble and elegant aura.

"Ninth Prince …" Lian Ruyue recalled the words she said that day when they parted. Her heart could not help but tremble slightly as she bowed and said politely.

"No need to be so polite, please get up." Feng Yunzheng's voice revealed a trace of doting that even he could not detect.

Lian Ruyue straightened up and stood at the side.

At this time, when Lian Yanqing, his mother, and the others heard that the Ninth Prince had suddenly arrived, they all rushed over. Lian Yanqing knelt in front of Feng Yunzheng and said:

"This humble subject deserves to die ten thousand times for not knowing that Your Highness has arrived. Your Highness, please forgive me."

"This old one greets the ninth prince." Even her mother knelt down and thought to herself, I haven't seen this low profile Prince for many years, but I've seen him three times in a row.

He said, "Madam, Prime Minister, please get up. This king had coincidentally run into Mentor Mo An on the road, and upon hearing that the third young miss of the palace had been possessed by a ghost, I specially asked Mentor Mo An to hurry over. This king had nothing to do to take care of to escort the princess along the way, so after getting off the carriage, I thought that since we had arrived, I would come in to take a look."

"Ninth Prince is like this, this humble subject is terrified, my daughter has started babbling nonsense for some reason, the doctors' medicine can't be cured, so I invited Senior Master Mo An to come and do something, so I really shouldn't have offended Your Highness." When Lian Yanqing heard that Master Mo An had been personally sent to the Residence of Prime Minister by Feng Yunzheng, he became even more respectful.

Even Yan Qing was known for being cautious and didn't participate in the struggle for power between the princes. Therefore, although the Ninth Prince didn't have the qualifications to participate in the imperial government, the Emperor's thoughts were unpredictable. Even a good concubine could be considered a favorite for many years; who could guarantee that the Ninth Prince wouldn't rise again in the future?

"Prime Minister is too serious, it's just a small matter."

As he said that, his gaze involuntarily turned towards Lian Ru Yue. His gaze seemed to convey some sort of message, and the moment Lian Ru Yue came into contact with him, she immediately understood his intention —

He wanted to interfere in Master Mo An's affairs.

Originally, she had thought that she would just have to deal with the Xiao family's mother and daughter with a hundred ways to deal with them. But now that he had come, she wanted to see what he was going to do.

Inside the room, Lian Shiya could only hear the voices of Feng Yunzheng and her father and grandmother, but she couldn't clearly hear what they were saying. She was extremely anxious and wanted to run out and take a look, but when she remembered that she was now a ghost, she could only give up on this idea.

"Master Mo An, come in." At this time, Feng Yunzheng's voice came from outside.