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"Haru-shi?"

The moonlight is not good tonight and is obscured by dark clouds. The dim light can't serve any purpose of illumination.

Seeing the figure in front of the window fall down, Xiyu subconsciously called out, but heard no answer.

In her panic, she didn't even bother to put on her shoes and stumbled barefoot towards the window.

"Spring time? Spring time?"

She squatted down and called softly, her voice revealing anxiety and worry, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

With the help of the moonlight coming in through the window, Xiyu stretched out her fingers and carefully touched the other person's neck and nose. After sensing the warm breath, her heart, which had been hanging in her throat, finally settled down.

She felt a little more relaxed, and the faint fragrance that she had just ignored soon entered her nostrils.

It's fragrant!

But she now has abundant spiritual power, and this incense has no effect on her at all. At best, it is just an incense.

However, just as she was about to help the person onto the couch, the light from the window suddenly dimmed.

Xiyu's expression suddenly changed, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes.

Sure enough, it came...

She raised her head without hesitation and looked straight towards the window. Sure enough, there was a person in red hanging outside the window, his body swaying rhythmically in the wind.

There was not a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation in the surrounding air. The corners of Xiyu's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

The person was hanging outside the window, as if suspended by an invisible thread. The people inside the room could only see the lower half of his body and a red gauze dress fluttering in the wind.

The two of them were very close to each other, and the gauze on the corner of each other's clothes would occasionally flutter into the room with the wind, brushing against her cheek, bringing a slight itch.

Xiyu dodged to the side and clearly saw the shadows of two people on the floor inside the house.

She pulled the gauze down and asked calmly, "Aren't you cold wearing so little in such a cold day?"

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but after she said this, the man's movement in the wind paused for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

“Ho ho ho ho~~~”

A ethereal and eerie laugh came from far away and eventually lingered in the ears, giving people goose bumps involuntarily.

"You've learned the art of pretending to be a ghost quite well. Where did you learn it?"

Xiyu asked in a very playful tone, taking advantage of the situation to grab the man's ankle and pulling it down hard.

Her wrist bones are slender and thin, like a petite girl.

Seeing that he failed to scare the person and instead grabbed his ankle, the person reacted quickly and kicked her with his other foot, his foot moving with great force like a broken bamboo.

The kick came at an extremely fast speed and brought with it a gust of wind. Xiyu was forced to retract his hand and step back to avoid injury.

He is actually a martial artist.

The other person flew up and landed steadily in the yard, his clothes rustling in the cold wind.

Just as he (she) was about to leave, a burst of messy and hurried footsteps suddenly came from all directions.

Soon after, countless torches lit up the entire yard, as bright as day.

A group of people quickly surrounded him (her) in front of the house, forming a circle, and the two sides were in a tense standoff.

Xiyu helped Chunshi to the couch, then slowly put on his shoes and cloak, and tidied himself up before pushing open the door. His gait was calm, as if everything was under control.

Her eyes fell on the red figure who was confronting everyone, and she said loudly: "It's already this time, are you still struggling?"

The other party did not answer, nor did he make any sound.

His face was covered tightly with thick white powder and his long hair was hanging down, making it impossible to see the expression on his face clearly.

Seeing this, Xiyu narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes, and then she winked at Gao Wuyong, who immediately understood what she meant.

He shouted loudly: "What are you still standing there for! Hurry up and catch this person pretending to be a ghost!"

After hearing the order, everyone came back to their senses as if awakened from a dream, and surrounded the "female ghost" aggressively.

Seeing that there was no chance of escape, the "female ghost" seemed to want to fight to the death. She drew out the dagger from her waist and ran towards Xiyu.

Faced with the sudden change, everyone present was shocked.

Xiyu, however, still stood there calmly, without moving an inch, and her eyes were as peaceful as a quiet deep pool.

Looking at the "female ghost" in red stabbing Fu Jin with a dagger, Gao Wuyong's eyes widened and his heart almost stopped.

Seeing the "female ghost" in red stabbing straight at Fu Jin with a sharp dagger in her hand, Gao Wuyong couldn't help but widen his eyes, his heart almost jumping out of his throat.

He was far away and could only keep calling out to the people in front of Fu Jin to hurry over.

Three, two, one...

Xiyu silently counted down to three in her heart, and the red figure running towards her suddenly collapsed to the ground as if all the strength was drained away.

Because she had been running, her body did not stop immediately after losing support. Instead, she rolled forward twice due to inertia before stopping.

The dagger fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

Xiyu walked slowly to her and squatted down, pushing aside her thick and long hair and looking into her eyes.

Then he said a few words softly: "I forgot to tell you just now that the smell of your incense is too strong. It's not as good as mine, which is colorless and odorless. It can make people's body limp while keeping them awake."

The man's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had not expected that he would be tricked without knowing it.

"Catch him (her)!"

Seeing Xiyu standing up, several eunuchs around him immediately rushed forward, held down the person lying on the ground, and quickly took him to the main hall.

The man was forced to kneel on the ground by the young eunuch, staring at Xiyu with a complex emotion in his eyes that was hard to describe.

Xia Ying took a few steps forward and wiped off the white powder on his (her) face with a wet towel, revealing a strange face in front of everyone.

Xiyu frowned slightly.

I don’t know him, is he an outsider?

Gao Wuyong took a closer look and exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this Yinghe, the new maidservant beside Song Gege?"

Seeing Xiyu's puzzled expression, he bent forward and explained, "The maid before Song Gege died suddenly a few days ago. This is the new maid sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. You haven't seen her yet."

"It seems that this matter is actually related to Sheng Heju."

Xiyu's voice was so calm that one could not hear any emotion.

"Since Li Gege is also the one who was frightened, let's call her over to listen."

A moment later, Song was called to Danruoju very quickly. Her clothes were neatly arranged without a single wrinkle, and her hair accessories were very delicate and gorgeous, which showed that she had no intention of falling asleep.

Her face was covered by a water-blue veil, revealing only a pair of bloodshot and lifeless eyes, staring lifelessly at the ground.

But Li had not arrived yet, and Xiyu did not plan to wait any longer.

"Do you know that the maidservant beside you is pretending to be a ghost to scare people?"

She raised her eyelids, her voice slightly cold and indifferent.

Before the other party could reply, the eunuchs and palace maids who had accompanied the search entered the room and handed over a dark black box slightly larger than the palm of a hand.

"Your Madam, I found this item in Princess Song's dressing box." The eunuch said respectfully.

The box is carved with delicate and intricate hollow patterns, but the style inexplicably makes people feel eerie and terrifying.