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The two little ghosts' mouths flattened, obviously very unhappy.

Chu Yun said, "Today is the fifteenth. It's the full moon's night, and you said before that you would bring us to admire the moon."

Didn't that mean that tonight's Ninth Prince's Estate was even more dangerous?

However, they did not know what would happen to the Ninth Prince after they left.

They had always been following the arrangements set up by the powerful existence behind them.

19 + 1, isn't that 20? This year, Ninth Prince is 20 years old, right?

Thus, he looked towards Chu Yun and asked his father how old he was. He originally asked very casually, but he didn't expect that Chu Yun, who usually acted like a little adult, would actually frown at this moment.

Xiao Ting was speechless, "Don't tell me you want to tell me you don't know how old your royal father is?"

In the end, what he received in return was a cold snort. Chu Yun said snappily: "Father's age, is it something this son can casually ask?"

A thought flashed across Xiao Ting's mind, but in the end, she decided to stay outside.

Were they going to bring them back to the Xiao family?

He was truly enjoying the moon in the wilderness.

Suddenly, Xiao Ting rolled her eyes, pulled up the hands of two small people and said: "Let's go, I will bring you two to see the world."

At the end of a main street in the northern suburbs of the Imperial City, there was a scene of wine and lamps being lit up.

An ancient three-storey building stood there, two red lanterns hung outside, it was filled with joy.

A coquettish woman was standing at the door, waving the handkerchief in her hand to and fro, attracting countless men as they looked back.

When she saw Xiao Ting, dressed in women's attire, bringing along two boys, the girl in charge of the door walked over.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Xiao Liu? Oh no, Ninth Princess? You haven't been here in a long time. "

Xiao Ting laughed involuntarily, she was indeed very familiar with the place, it seemed that the original owner had come here often.

Xiao Ting only inherited part of the original owner's memories. There were many things that the Hong Shao had told her.

The young lady's eyes swept over the two children, but seeing that Xiao Ting did not have any intentions of introducing them, she invited them in.

He walked into the private room, summoned two girls to play the zither, and ordered two more to serve them with fruits and the like.

Xiao Ting lied there on her side. The faint yellow light from the zither lingered in the air, making him feel very comfortable and drowsy.

This was the first time the two little ghosts came to a place like this, and their eyes were filled with pleasant surprise. They would look at one another from time to time, completely ignoring Qin Sheng.

"Elder sister, what are we doing here?" After a while, the little gongzi lost interest.

Xiao Ting said in a daze, "Go to sleep!" Otherwise, what could she do in such a place?

During the latter half of the night, just as Xiao Ting was about to fall asleep, she suddenly felt someone calling her name.

The two little guys were obediently sticking close to her, sleeping on both sides. They were serene and obedient.

The candlelight flickered and flickered in the room, and the girls had long since gone out, and the three of them were alone in the room.

When she thought of the call just now, for no reason, her heart was a little agitated, so she called the two little ghosts over.

He hurried towards the Ninth Prince's Estate.

At this time of the night, Xiao Ting woke the old procuress up and ordered a horse carriage to take him back.

The clear night sky was filled with bright stars. Suddenly, there was an explosion in the horizon. Muffled thunder rang out in the sky, and it seemed like a torrential downpour had begun in an instant.

However, in the next moment, everything became quiet again. The stars in the sky had already disappeared, and the entire sky was covered in thick clouds.

Xiao Ting sat in the carriage, holding the two children who were about to fall asleep tightly in her arms.

At this moment, Beijing Garden of the Ninth Prince's Estate was lying on the cold ground. His clothes were in a mess and his face was deathly pale.

Around him, the three spirits that had appeared before surrounded him. They opened their mouths and spat out clouds of mist, which gathered above Ninth Prince's head and poured into his body.

The pain of the Ninth Prince seemed to originate from these gases. In a short while, the three souls gradually turned faint and transparent, but on their faces, they revealed a look of pleasant surprise.

They were finally free, and in the next moment, Ninth Prince's body violently trembled. That faint mist surged out from the bottom of his feet, then quickly dissipated into the air, to the point where they were unable to react at all and could only watch.

"Elder sister, what … what should we do?" One of the weakened souls asked the other.

"I finally understand why it allowed us to keep the Ninth Prince. It's actually like this."

The other soul sneered. Then, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"From the very beginning, it didn't want to let us go. I'm afraid in another quarter of an hour, our souls will be scattered."

"Of course you don't understand. People often say that destiny cannot be disobeyed, and even as a descendant of the Celestial Sect of Wonders, I have never violated the cycle of heaven. I just didn't expect it to allow us to keep a corpse for twenty years …"