The weak prince's queen

Mr. Lin returned to Mrs. Lin's room angrily, sat down on a stool, and sighed continuously.

"Master, what happened to make you so angry?" Mrs. Lin asked with concern.

"That unfilial daughter is really going to make me angry to death!" Master Lin said angrily.

"Master, don't be angry. It's not good for your health if you get angry." Mrs. Lin comforted him while gently stroking Master Lin's back.

"But then again, ever since Xue'er fell into the water, her behavior has become very strange. Could she have been possessed by some unclean thing?" Mrs. Lin said cautiously.

Mr. Lin recalled the scene when he met Lin Ruoxue just now. Her eyes were cold and distant, completely unlike the daughter he was familiar with.

"Hearing what you said, madam, it seems to be true. Then, madam, what do you think we should do?" Mr. Lin asked anxiously.

"Master, I heard a few days ago that the young lady in Mrs. Wang's house also encountered a similar thing. They invited a Taoist priest to perform a ritual, and unexpectedly, she returned to normal on the same day." Mrs. Lin suggested.

"Oh...it's so effective." Master Lin exclaimed in amazement. He hadn't expected the Taoist's magic to have such a miraculous effect.

"Master, if you trust me, I'll take care of this. I'll go get the Taoist priest," Mrs. Lin volunteered. A determined glint shone in her eyes, as if she was filled with confidence.

"Of course I trust you, but I'm worried that you'll be tired." Mr. Lin gently stroked Mrs. Lin's hand, his eyes full of concern and love.

"I'm not tired. It's my duty to share my husband's worries," Mrs. Lin said gently. Her voice was like a spring breeze, bringing warmth to one's face.

"Lian'er, you are such a good wife and mother. I am so lucky to marry you." Mr. Lin looked at Mrs. Lin affectionately, then gently embraced her in his arms.

Mrs. Lin nestled in Mr. Lin's arms like a docile little bird. She smiled, her heart filled with joy. At this moment, she thought of Lin Ruoxue and vowed to herself, "Lin Ruoxue, you made me look bad, and I'm going to make you suffer."

After Mr. Lin left Mrs. Lin's residence, she immediately called Bijun and whispered some things in her ear.

"Okay, madam, I'll do it right away." Bijun nodded in acceptance and then turned and left.

As soon as the Taoist priest had prepared everything for the ritual, he winked at Bijun.

Bijun then respectfully reported to Madam Lin, "Madam, the altar is ready."

"Okay, then go and invite the young lady over." Mrs. Lin sat on a stool beside her, half leaning against her, and Mr. Lin was also drinking tea beside her.

After receiving the instructions, Bijun immediately took action. She brought a few servants with her and hurried to the ancestral hall.

"Miss, the master and the mistress invite you." Bijun said to Chu Xiyue.

Chu Xiyue watched them in such a posture, secretly alert in her heart. She knew that these people came with ill intentions, but she didn't know what their purpose was.

"I'm not going. I haven't finished copying the women's ring yet." Chu Xiyue replied coldly.

"The master said that you don't need to copy it. Miss, please." Bijun continued to persuade.

"No, no, I won't go. I said I won't go, so I won't go." Chu Xiyue responded firmly, her voice revealing determination and dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, miss." Bijun said and made a gesture. The other servants then helped Chu Xiyue up one by one and pushed her away with force.

Chu Xiyue tried to struggle, but the servants were too strong and she couldn't break free. "What are you doing! Let me go!" Chu Xiyue shouted loudly.

However, the other servants were indifferent to Chu Xiyue's calls and continued to push her forward. They seemed not to hear Chu Xiyue's cries, nor did they stop what they were doing.

The servants pushed Chu Xiyue all the way to the center of the yard before releasing her. Chu Xiyue stood there, looking at the people around her in a bewildered manner.

"Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin, what's the point of this?" Chu Xiyue looked at them and asked, with a confused and puzzled expression on her face.

Master Lin looked at Chu Xiyue, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness. He sighed softly and said, "Xue'er, stop messing around. This is all for your own good."

Madam Lin turned around and said to the Taoist priest beside her, "Master, let's begin."

The Taoist nodded, then began to dance with the peach wood sword in his hand, muttering something. Chu Xiyue stared at him curiously, not knowing what he was going to do.

Suddenly, the Taoist priest walked quickly to Chu Xiyue, raised the peach wood sword in his hand, and hit her hard on the back.

Chu Xiyue felt a sharp pain and took a step back involuntarily. She stared at the Taoist priest with wide eyes and anger.

At this time, Master Lin couldn't help but want to stand up and stop the Taoist priest's behavior, but Madam Lin held his shoulders tightly and said softly: "Master, the Taoist priest's method is to drive out the unclean things. Let's trust the Taoist priest."