The Mystic Princess is Too Invincible! The Abstinent and Cruel King Breaks His Rules and Pampers Her

Murong Yan is determined to find out the cause of his mother's death!

I must avenge my mother!

Jiang Ling, deeply grateful for Aunt Mei's kindness, would undoubtedly want to lend Murong Yan a hand. With no time to lose, and both eager to find out the truth, they entered the palace that very night.

The palace was heavily guarded, but it could not stop the regent who held immense power.

Murong Yan led the way, and they entered the palace through a secluded gate. Everywhere in the palace was white silk and white lanterns, and the palace maids and eunuchs on night patrol were all dressed in white robes. In the distance, the sounds of wooden fish drums and chanting could be heard coming from the direction of the Crown Prince's palace.

The palace is keeping vigil for the crown prince, and he will be buried when the emperor returns.

Jiang Ling glanced towards the Crown Prince's palace, her red lips parted slightly: "Murong Yan, don't you think the curse of the barbarian queen has come true? First the Crown Prince, then the Prince of Duanyang's mansion, the Murong clan is going to be childless one by one."

"It's not powerful enough."

Murong Yan said coldly, "Besides the Crown Prince, His Majesty has two other princes. One is nineteen years old and the other is seventeen. They are both recuperating at the Lushan Palace with His Majesty. They will return to the capital with His Majesty, and I will entrust them to you then."

When he said the last sentence, Murong Yan looked up at Jiang Ling, his expression and tone softening.

Jiang Ling knew what he meant and nodded slightly, "Okay."

They passed through the silent and oppressive palace and arrived at the palace of Empress Dowager Zhao.

Behind the vermilion palace walls, the shadows of trees swayed in the night wind, appearing like menacing ghosts. The heavy, gilded gate was firmly locked with a bronze lock.

Jiang Ling raised her hand and a talisman flew out, wrapping around the copper lock. She softly called out, "Open!"

The brass lock clicked open.

Bei Yan immediately stepped forward, removed the copper lock, and pushed open the heavy palace gate.

They went inside. The palace was spotless, without even a speck of dust. But it was dark, and a cold night wind blew through it. The lack of human presence made everything here seem eerie and sinister.

A strange, chilling aura blew by in the wind, raising goosebumps on the skin and making the hairs on the skin stand on end.

"This tree..."

Jiang Ling strode to an ancient locust tree at the foot of the palace wall.

The trees were long since withered and dead, but red threads hung from their trunks, from which hung wooden plaques inscribed with talismans and brass bells. The night wind blew, but these plaques and bells remained motionless, exuding an eerie and sinister aura.

Jiang Ling asked Bei Yan to hand her the lantern. She held the lantern up and shone it across the ground, around the tree, where she saw runes drawn on the paving stones.

As time passed, the colors of the talisman array faded and it was destroyed, making its original form unrecognizable. However, Jiang Ling, being a Celestial Master, could still deduce the nature of the array from the incomplete fragments!

"Jiang Ling, what did you discover?"

"This is a soul-locking formation, capable of binding and locking away the soul, preventing the deceased from reincarnating. This formation is at least ten years old, and the person who set it up is highly skilled in Taoist arts. It's not that Empress Zhao is unwilling to reincarnate, but rather that she is unable to reincarnate."

After Jiang Ling finished speaking, she turned to Murong Yan and asked, "Who do you think set up the formation to imprison Empress Zhao's soul?"

Murong Yan's voice was cold and deep: "More than ten years ago, only the Imperial Preceptor was capable of setting up formations in the palace."

Why did the Imperial Advisor set up an array to imprison the soul of Empress Dowager Zhao?

Did the late emperor know?

Who destroyed the Soul-Locking Array?

"It's a pity the Imperial Advisor is dead." Unable to get an answer to her question, Jiang Ling sighed helplessly.

Murong Yan thought for a moment, then coldly ordered, "Bei Yan, summon Ye Tianxing."

"Yes!"

Bei Yan accepted the order and withdrew.

Jiang Ling looked at him in surprise upon hearing this, "You suspect that Ye Tianxing knew? But he was just a child more than ten years ago."

Murong Yan knew this, but since it concerned his mother, he couldn't let any opportunity slip by!

He must find out!

The Soul-Locking Array has been destroyed; does Empress Zhao's soul still exist?

Can we still summon the spirit to get some answers?

Murong Yan was about to ask Jiang Ling a question when a noise came from behind the palace. Murong Yan and Jiang Ling exchanged a glance, immediately extinguished their lanterns, and retreated into the darkness.

By the moonlight, they saw two men in black dragging a burlap sack past.

"Let's go." Murong Yan immediately stood up and grabbed Jiang Ling's wrist.

The wheelchair was heavy and inevitably made noise. Not wanting to alert the enemy, Murong Yan chose to walk over himself. But after taking only half a step, Jiang Ling grabbed his hand, her worried eyes sweeping over his legs, as if asking if he could walk.

Murong Yan curled his thin lips into a smile, "I can!"

He soaks in medicinal baths and gets massages and exercises every day in order to walk freely as soon as possible.

Seeing his insistence, Jiang Ling had no choice but to nod, and the two of them crept over silently. They followed the man in black to the back courtyard of the palace, where there was a well with strangely shaped stones scattered around it, covered with thread and talismans.

Jiang Ling grabbed Murong Yan's hand, "Don't go there. This place is extremely yin, and you'll easily attract evil spirits."

"it is good."

Murong Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Ling, who was still holding his hand tightly without letting go. The corners of his mouth curved upwards.

The moon pierced through the dark clouds, casting its cold, bright light down.

Two men in black placed a sack beside the well and untied the rope. The sack slid down, revealing a palace maid bound like a rice dumpling, her mouth gagged. The maid lay unconscious on the ground, unresponsive.

The two men in black exchanged a gesture and then scaled the wall to leave.

“His Majesty’s assassin.” Murong Yan recognized the man in black; his eyes were as black as ink.

His voice was cold and suspicious as he continued to explain, "The assassins prioritize His Majesty's safety above all else and cannot leave his side for even a moment. The Lushan Palace is far away, and His Majesty's entourage is still halfway there. How could the assassins be in the palace?"

"Because they want to raise ghosts."

Jiang Ling stared at the talisman on the stone, analyzing it, and already had her answer in mind.

She lowered her voice and explained to Murong Yan, "Although the Soul-Locking Array has been broken, the souls that have been imprisoned for a long time are too weak to reach the Underworld. Even if they are lucky enough to reach the Underworld, their souls will be weak, and in their next life they will either be reborn into a life of utter misery or be a fool with a short life."

"This well is deep and leads to the underworld, where sunlight cannot enter. There is also a soul-storing array to prevent the soul from dissipating. However, the conditions for nurturing a soul are harsh and difficult, while nurturing a ghost is much simpler."

Murong Yan was so intelligent that he was almost supernatural; he understood things instantly.

His face instantly turned cold, his phoenix eyes sharp and icy, filled with anger. He looked at the unconscious palace maid on the ground and roared, "They're using living people to raise ghosts!"

"Yes. Women with extremely yin destinies, or those born at yin times, are highly nourishing to ghosts. The more they consume, the stronger their souls become. This kind of crooked and evil method reminds me of an acquaintance."

Amber eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent. Jiang Ling murmured a name: "Daoist Xuanfeng!"

Xuanfeng's favorite pastime is raising ghosts.

The one kept in this palace is the Empress Dowager Zhao they are looking for!

"Uuuuuu——"

A cold wind suddenly rose, and a chilling black mist surged from the bottom of the well. Wherever the mist passed, the ground froze, causing the palace maid to shiver violently and open her eyes.

"Waaah!" The palace maid's mouth was gagged and she was tied up tightly, unable to break free and cry for help.

She stared wide-eyed in fear, searching around, and finally stared at the well opening in horror and despair.

Suddenly, a pair of pale, ghostly claws climbed up the well's edge, black hair flowing out like algae, and it lunged greedily at the palace maid...