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She spoke impatiently, her voice shrill, as if she wanted to pour out all the grievances and resentments she had suffered in her life.

"My name is Fuzi. I come from a Manchu banner family and I am only seventeen years old this year."

Not long ago, during the Imperial Household Department's preliminary selection, I was fortunate enough to enter the palace and was assigned to the Empress's palace, becoming a palace maid..."

Fuko's experience initially seemed fortunate.

As a bondservant, after becoming a palace maid, she could only leave the palace at the age of twenty-five, according to custom.

So, if you were assigned to a palace with poor conditions, life in the palace could be very difficult.

But she got into the Empress's palace, which was incredibly lucky.

Of course, this also involved the efforts of my parents in running around.

Fu Zi thought that as long as she served her master dutifully, she could smoothly make it to the day she could leave the palace.

Although she occasionally dreamed of becoming an emperor's concubine, she knew in her heart that it was an unattainable fantasy.

But she never expected that after only a few days as a palace maid in the Empress's palace, she would be bestowed upon Consort Hua by the Empress.

That day, Consort Hua came to pay her respects. The two empresses were polite to each other on the surface, but their words were sharp and veiled.

After some back and forth, the Empress rewarded Consort Hua with a dish of food.

Just then, Songzhi, a palace maid serving Consort Hua, suddenly broke a plate.

The Empress immediately seized the opportunity to make trouble, saying that Consort Hua's maid was clumsy, and then offered to give Fu Zi to Consort Hua.

At that moment, Fu Zi's heart skipped a beat, and she vaguely sensed that her future days were probably going to be difficult.

Although she wasn't exceptionally intelligent, she could still clearly see the tense relationship between the Empress and Consort Hua.

She was forcibly given to Consort Hua by the Empress, and Consort Hua would definitely think of her as a spy sent by the Empress.

To save her own life, Fu Zi was extremely careful when serving Consort Hua, barely daring to breathe.

Although Consort Hua had expressed dissatisfaction with her several times, she never harbored any murderous intent.

That night, the Emperor visited Consort Hua's palace. As a newcomer, Fu Zi caught the Emperor's attention, and he asked her a few questions out of curiosity.

From that moment on, Fu Zi noticed a hint of coldness in Consort Hua's gaze.

Fu Zi was terrified, but she didn't know what to do, so she could only serve him with even more caution.

But a few days later, when Consort Hua was doing her makeup in the morning, she heard a servant say that the Emperor had stayed at Consort Xin's place the night before. She was instantly enraged and turned around to curse him.

At that moment, Fu Zi, who was combing Consort Hua's hair, had not yet put down her hands and accidentally pulled on Consort Hua's scalp.

"I was so scared that I immediately knelt on the ground, crying and begging Consort Hua to spare my life. I thought that at most I would get a beating."

But to my utter surprise, she had Zhou Ninghai knock me unconscious and then throw me into the well.

I will die with my eyes open in anger, I will definitely take revenge...

Fu Zi roared in anguish, her body shrouded in resentment, and her ghostly aura grew ever stronger.

Because she drowned, her body swelled up, and her face became hideous and terrifying, looking exactly like a demon crawling out of hell.

"So, do you want to kill Zhou Ninghai, or go kill Consort Hua?"

Tang Yu asked softly.

Fu Zi's frantic outburst of resentment froze instantly. She stiffened abruptly, then slowly turned her head, staring straight at Tang Yu with a hollow yet fierce gaze that seemed to see right through her.

After a long while, Fu Zi managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth, and she began to curse resentfully.

"They all deserve to die! None of them will escape! That poisonous woman, Consort Hua, is ruthless and vicious. Just because I glanced at the Emperor, she can't tolerate me!"

Zhou Ninghai, that lackey, aiding and abetting evil, his hands are stained with my blood!

And then there's the Empress. She bestowed me upon Consort Hua with ill intentions from the very beginning. She wanted to use Consort Hua to get rid of me!

I will tear them all to pieces, so they can taste the pain I have suffered!

Looking at Fu Zi's distorted face and her eyes filled with despair and madness, Tang Yu couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

“You’re right, the Empress did it on purpose. She may not have expected you to die, but she certainly expected you to be tortured by Consort Hua.”

"Can you help me? How can I get revenge? Can I kill them?"

I am just an ordinary palace maid, living a dutiful life. Why are they treating me like this?

What did I do wrong? I don't understand, I'm so unwilling to accept this...

The sound gradually turned into a desperate wail, and if anyone heard it, they would only feel a sinister ghostly aura.

However, only Tang Yu could hear it at this moment, so it didn't scare anyone.

"Do you want to take revenge yourself, or have someone else do it for you?"

Tang Yu's voice echoed softly in the deathly silent harem, carrying a hint of composure and mystery.

Fuko suddenly raised her head, and her face, which was shrouded in ghostly energy and looked like a rotting corpse, appeared particularly terrifying in the darkness.

Her eyes gleamed with madness as she asked excitedly.

"Tell me, what should I do? I'll pay any price, I just want you to help me get revenge!"

"You are a ghost now. During the day, the yang energy is too strong, so you cannot be exposed to the sun. At night, you also have no physical form, so it is impossible for you to pick up a knife and stab your enemy."

But I can teach you a dream-entry technique that will allow you to enter their dreams.

In the world of dreams, everything is in your hands; you can torment them however you want!

Upon hearing this answer, Fu Zi was first taken aback, then burst into excited laughter.

Her distorted features became even more ferocious with laughter. Her already swollen face became even more twisted with laughter, her mouth stretched to her ears, revealing a crazy hatred.

"Can I kill them like this? Can I kill them in my dreams?"

Fuko pressed on eagerly, her eyes instantly burning with anticipation.

Tang Yu gently shook her head, and Fu Zi's smile instantly froze, replaced by an expression of pain and despair.

Just as Fu Zi's emotions were at their lowest point, Tang Yu slowly spoke again.

"While dream-entering techniques can't take lives within dreams, what does it matter!"

Tang Yu's voice was deep yet carried an undeniable power, his gaze fixed on Fu Zi as if he wanted to etch every word into her soul.

"But in that dream, you can trample their dignity underfoot and wantonly ravage it! Let them struggle repeatedly in endless fear and despair!"

Imagine someone being humiliated and tormented in their dream. Those painful memories are like maggots clinging to their bones. When they wake up, can they still act as if nothing happened?

The cruelest revenge is to destroy someone's spirit!

Upon hearing Tang Yu's words, Fu Zi was momentarily stunned.

Then, a strange smile slowly crept onto her swollen and deformed face.

Her mouth was stretched to its limit, almost tearing her cheeks apart, revealing a row of menacing teeth, with black sewage seeping between them.

His eyes flashed with a mad and twisted light, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps, his hands waved uncontrollably in the air, and he let out a sharp laugh.

"Hahaha, very good! I'll make them wish they were dead!"

Chapter 3 The Legend of Zhen Huan

Dream entry is not something that can be learned in a short time. Fu Zi doesn't even know how to read, so it will naturally take some time to teach her a spell.

In addition, prolonging a dream also requires a bit of ghostly power.

Although Fu Zi was filled with resentment and possessed a strong ghostly power, this amount of power might not be enough to sustain her dream-entering technique day and night.

"Then what should I do? Am I just supposed to torment them in my dreams?"

Seeing Fu Zi's angry expression, Tang Yu thought of the resentment of those fetal ghosts gathered together.

That resentful energy is persistent and lingering; if the two could be combined, this power would become extremely strong.

“There are other ways. You’re not the only wronged soul in this palace. If you can unite with them, your power will increase…”

Fu Zi still didn't understand what Tang Yu meant by the other wronged souls.

When Tang Yu led Fu Zi to meet that strange entity.

In the deepest darkness of the palace, a faint mist slowly churned, and within the mist, countless innocent yet distorted little faces vaguely appeared.

The piercing cries were like sharp knives, cutting through the deathly silence and stabbing straight into people's eardrums.

Those little faces had dislocated features, and black and red blood tears flowed from their empty eye sockets. Their tiny mouths were wide open to an exaggerated degree, and the cries they emitted seemed to be filled with endless resentment and unwillingness.

The surrounding air was bitterly cold, and every wisp of mist seemed to tell a story of past tragic experiences.

These resentful energies, formed from the souls of fetuses, seem to have a tangible form and constantly transform into various terrifying shapes.

Sometimes they would transform into slender, veiny little hands that emerged from the mist, desperately scratching at the void, as if trying to grasp at the long-lost life force.

At times, they coalesce into the blurry outlines of children, stumbling and running through the mist, yet never able to escape this dark prison.

Approaching them, one can feel an invisible pressure, as if being stared at by a million eyes, and one's soul feels as if it will be torn to shreds by this endless resentment at any moment.

Fukuko wasn't afraid at all; instead, she felt a powerful attraction.

The resentment between them seemed to have an invisible attraction, drawing them together.

"Tang Yu! I can feel them calling me! I want to be with them, and they want revenge too, I can feel it!"

Fuko laughed wildly as she uncontrollably walked step by step toward the mass of resentment formed from the fetus's soul.

After a long while, Fukuko emerged from the eerie mist.

Her power had increased significantly, clearly indicating that she had absorbed the power from the two vengeful spirits.

"Tang Yu, they told me to tell you that they died with their eyes wide open in anger!"

Within this harem, an altar suppresses the ghosts of these tragically deceased infants. They are being refined here, their souls suffering unbearable pain, unable to be reborn as humans!

Only by destroying that altar can all the tragically deceased souls be freed!

Hearing Fu Zi say this, Tang Yu finally understood why she was trapped here.

Her spiritual power is so strong that nothing can usually trap her.