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"The art of summoning souls is sinister and treacherous! The soul summoner will lose a year of his lifespan after experiencing it once!" Baili Ting glanced at Yi Qianhuan coldly, "You know this, don't you?"

"I know, so what?" Yi Qianhuan asked back in a cold voice.

"Since you knew this, why did you encourage the woman to use necromancy to see the soul of the prince consort? What is your intention?" Baili Ting asked coldly.

He looked at Yi Qianhuan's fair face, and jealousy kept rising in his heart.

She was still so young, still a woman.

But he can already perform necromancy!

This talent can no longer be described as genius.

Yi Qianhuan did not answer, but just glanced at ***.

She couldn't say that it was *** who came to her in tears and begged her, right?

*** noticed Yi Qianhuan's meaningful look, and immediately thought of how she had asked Yi Qianhuan for help in the first place, and her face couldn't help but blush.

"I went to ask Master Qian for help. Imperial Master, please don't use this against Master Qian."

"Damn, you are so confused!" Baili Ting showed a look of deep pain, "When you came to me and said you wanted to see the soul of the deceased prince consort, I refused you. It was not because I didn't know how to summon the soul, but because I knew the harm of it, so I lied."

"You mean you know necromancy? Are you lying and saying you don't know it for my own good?" *** frowned.

Baili Ting nodded: "I am worried that if I tell you that I know the art of summoning spirits, you will risk shortening your life to see your husband!"

Looking at Baili Ting's righteous appearance, Lin Wanyue seized the opportunity and spoke softly: "You are worthy of being the Imperial Master. You are not like some people who would do anything to satisfy their own greed and selfish desires, without caring about the safety and life of others."

Many people present nodded in agreement.

Since this soul-calling technique comes at the cost of shortening one's lifespan, Yi Qianhuan really shouldn't help ***.

Isn't the reason why she did that just to curry favor with the emperor?

In comparison, the Imperial Master is indeed much more upright and noble.

"That's not the case. At that time..."

Princess Caihua wanted to defend Yi Qianhuan, but Yi Qianhuan pulled her sleeve to stop her.

"So, the Imperial Master also knows the art of summoning spirits." Yi Qianhuan looked at Baili Ting with surprise, "I was surprised when *** told me that the Imperial Master also didn't know the art of summoning spirits."

"After all, he is the Imperial Master. If he can't even perform the art of summoning spirits, he is really a waste."

At the end, Yi Qianhuan smiled leisurely.

Just turn up the taunt to the maximum.

Baili Ting was so angry that his chest was about to explode, and his face looked as lively as if he had opened a dyeing factory.

Just because he doesn't know how to summon spirits, does that mean he's useless?

"Yi Qianhuan, aren't you afraid of offending people by saying this? After all, there are only a few people in the entire Yunzhao who know how to summon spirits. According to what you said, those mystic masters who don't know how to summon spirits are all useless?"

Looking at the entire Yunzhao, the number of people who know how to summon spirits can be counted on ten fingers.

"Yes." Yi Qianhuan nodded as a matter of course, and did not forget to continue to stab Baili Ting in the heart, "Anyway, Master Imperial Master, you know the art of summoning spirits, so I hope my words will not offend you."

The blood surged more violently in an instant, and another fishy and sweet taste rushed into Baili Ting's throat.

He never thought that one day he would be so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

"But Master Imperial Master, I have heard that you are the most advanced master of the mystical arts in Kyoto, and I have long wanted to learn from you." Yi Qianhuan restrained her smile and looked at Baili Ting with cold eyes, "Master Imperial Master, you won't refuse to give me this face, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene became heated.

In the pavilion, ***, mother and son all looked at Yi Qianhuan in unison, their eyes filled with disbelief.

In the garden, the guests were also excited.

"Is Yi Qianhuan crazy? She actually dared to challenge the Imperial Master!"

"Even if she knows some kind of necromancy, and is quite powerful, she is definitely not a match for the Imperial Master!"

"I think she's crazy about being in the spotlight."

"..."

Baili Ting slowly glanced at Yi Qianhuan's face, feeling somewhat doubtful.

He couldn't tell how strong Yi Qianhuan was. If he accepted her challenge, he would lose face and dignity if he lost.

However, even if Yi Qianhuan knows the art of summoning spirits, it does not necessarily mean that her strength is superior to his!

The cultivation of a mystic requires accumulation over time, so it has a lot to do with age.

Yi Qianhuan had only studied the mystical arts for five years. If his strength could surpass his, it would be too incredible.

Just when Baili Ting was hesitating, he heard the sound of gentle clapping.

Pah Pah Pah

The crisp applause attracted everyone present to look towards the entrance of the Hundred Flowers Garden.

Including Yi Qianhuan.

Seeing Ji Chilian clapping and laughing while strolling into the yard, Yi Qianhuan's pretty face gloomy.

It's really a narrow road.

How come I met this monster again?

The moment the guests who were originally sitting saw Ji Chilian, they all stood up consciously.

"Why is he here?" Guibei Hou looked at Ji Chilian fearfully, and asked in a low voice, "Mother, did you send him a message?"

"How could I possibly send an invitation to Ji Chilian?" *** said with a cold face. She never liked eunuchs who played power games.

However, Ji Chilian is still the most powerful eunuch in the dynasty.

Therefore, she has always disliked Ji Chilian.

"It seems that I arrived at the right time and caught up with a big show."

Ji Chilian came to the pavilion, bowed to the emperor on the pavilion and clasped his fists, as a gesture of greeting: "I greet you, emperor."

"No need to be polite." *** said calmly, "What brought Lord Ji Du here? I remember that I did not send an invitation to Lord Ji Du."

"I am here to deliver an invitation to *** on the order of the emperor." As he spoke, Ji Chilian took out an invitation from his sleeve and handed it to Lin Tong behind him.

Lin Tong went up to the pavilion and presented the invitation to ***.

*** took it, opened it, took a look at it, and then put the invitation into his sleeve.

"It's a rare occasion to have such a lively scene, could you please give me a seat?" Ji Chilian had a faint smile on her face.

Although she didn't like Ji Chilian, *** knew very well that Ji Chilian was the person the emperor trusted the most.

If she embarrassed Ji Chilian in public, it would be tantamount to slapping the emperor in the face.

"Please take a seat." *** could only say helplessly.

The servant immediately brought a chair and placed it near the pavilion. After Ji Chilian sat down, he looked up at the pavilion again.

A deep gaze swept over Yi Qianhuan.

Seeing Yi Qianhuan lowering her eyes to sip tea without looking at him, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and then he looked at Baili Ting.

"Why is the Imperial Master silent? Could it be that he is afraid of the Crown Prince's wife and dares not accept the challenge?"