The Queen sealed her heart and locked up her love, and the Emperor was trapped in the crematorium

Xie Yaoqing had never seen a shaman dance before, he had only heard of it, but this time he witnessed it with his own eyes in a dream.

It seemed like a long time had passed. When Xie Yaoqing felt his eyes becoming dry and bored from watching for so long, the scene suddenly changed.

Countless monks in robes and with scars on their heads sat in a circle on the ground in an orderly manner, chanting and beating wooden fish, as if a grand ritual was being held.

Xie Yaoqing raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself: With such a grand scene, could it be that some important person in the palace has passed away? But there was no sign of hanging white banners or setting up a mourning hall. They just started the ritual directly, and even the basic funeral ceremonies were omitted?

Recalling the time when the late emperor passed away, the funeral ceremony was extremely grand. All the royal family members, court officials, and concubines of the late emperor cried and mourned all day and night for seven consecutive days. Everyone had to kneel on the ground for several hours every day. The body of the late emperor was sent to the imperial mausoleum for burial, and many people collapsed due to exhaustion. Even she herself could hardly hold on, and it took several days for her to gradually recover.

Xie Yaoqing frowned, his eyes full of confusion, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

As time went by, the strange feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. Xie Yaoqing felt cold all over and his hair stood on end.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself.

When she opened her eyes again, Xie Yaoqing was shocked to find that the scene around her had completely changed. At this moment, she was in an unfamiliar room, with a dim candlelight flickering. An old woman in strange clothes was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, resting, and a pile of bottles and jars beside her.

The old woman was thin, with silvery white hair and a face full of hideous scars, which made people shudder. Just one look at her was enough to scare a child into crying.

Xie Yaoqing was secretly shocked and a little frightened. He thought what he saw was the limit, but he never expected that something even more frightening was still to come.

When the old woman opened her eyes, her pupils turned a terrifying blood red, completely different from the dark brown of ordinary people. Those blood-red eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, making people dare not look directly at them.

Xie Yaoqing couldn't help but gasp and his body began to tremble slightly.

At this moment, the old woman suddenly grinned, her smile was extremely weird, and the upward curve of her mouth was creepy. She opened her lips slightly and uttered three words clearly, her voice was hoarse and low, like a demon from hell.

"You came."

Xie Yaoqing was so frightened that his whole body shuddered and a layer of fine goose bumps instantly appeared on his body.

Oh my God, this is too scary. The old woman is even scarier than the Black and White Impermanence.

Isn't this just a dream?

Why do people in dreams seem to be able to see themselves and even communicate with themselves?

Xie Yaoqing tried to deny that all this was just a coincidence. The old woman was not talking to him. She might be talking to herself or someone else. Although no one else was seen in the room except the old woman, it was not ruled out that the old woman was talking to some invisible ghost or evil spirit. After all, she was in a dream. How could anyone really see her and talk to her?

However, the words "You're here" that kept echoing in her mind and the obvious look of expectation on the old woman's face all proved to Xie Yaoqing that things were far from simple. The other party seemed to have anticipated her arrival a long time ago.

All this was too weird and terrifying. Xie Yaoqing felt uneasy and didn't bother to talk to the old woman. She didn't think the old woman could hear her. She just wanted to escape from this place as soon as possible, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. She couldn't move even a little bit no matter what. She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely.

"Niangniang, Niangniang..."

What finally woke Xie Yaoqing up from this terrible nightmare was the anxious calls from Zhiyu and others.

It turned out that Zhiyu was the first one to realize that his master seemed to be in a nightmare, so he kept shouting loudly, trying to wake Xie Yaoqing from this horrible nightmare.

After Xie Yaoqing woke up, her body was still trembling with fear. She supported herself from the couch and sat up slowly. Although she had woken up, the terrible scene in her dream still lingered in her mind like a ghost, as if it had just happened.

Zhiyu, who was standing by, was horrified when he saw that his master's face was frighteningly pale, with even a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He quickly prepared to call the imperial physician.

Xie Yaoqing waved her hand to signal her not to panic, and said softly: "No need to call the imperial physician, I am fine, just take a short rest."

She was neither sick nor injured, so there was no need to make a fuss and call a physician. It was just that the dream was so real that she found it hard to let it go.

If we really invite the imperial physician, he will only prescribe some calming and sleep-inducing medicine.

Thinking of the bitter taste of the medicine, Xie Yaoqing subconsciously wanted to refuse.

You've already drunk enough bitter soup, so drink less if you can.

Zhiyu didn't quite agree, but she couldn't disobey Xie Yaoqing's order, so she had to obey.

Due to a terrible dream, Xie Yaoqing looked listless and unhappy. She even lost interest in her favorite storybook.

"My lady, do you want to listen to some music?"

Juexia felt that his master had recently been quite fond of listening to music and watching singing and dancing performances, so he made this suggestion.

Xie Yaoqing showed some interest. "Have the musicians in the palace composed any new music?"

"Never."

Xie Yaoqing immediately lost interest.

All I hear are the same old songs, with no novelty at all. Although they sound pleasant to the ears, after listening to them too many times, people will inevitably feel bored. It's like the same dish. If it appears on the table every day, it will become bland over time and people will be too lazy to pick up their chopsticks.

"Let's go out of the palace and listen to music." Xie Yaoqing suddenly had an idea and said excitedly.

I'm tired of listening to the music in the palace, but I may be tired of listening to the music outside the palace.

Xie Yaoqing now does whatever she wants. As for the various rules in the palace, such as concubines are not allowed to leave the palace easily, she is too lazy to care about them anymore.

Zhiyu and the others couldn't persuade her, so they could only let her go. They quickly followed Xie Yaoqing and asked Fengning to go to the Qianqing Palace as soon as possible to pass on the message.