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y someone else, I will investigate further and add punishment accordingly... Is this your earring Why is it lying here"He took out that earring and asked Lian Chūlíng.Lian Chu Ling nodded and said, "I...The female ghost, upon seeing Jiang Qiyun, seemed to see a glimmer of hope. Her frenzied contortions ceased instantly.

Inside the pit, my brother had destroyed her array. Her form wavered under Jiang Qiyun's imposing aura, unable to solidify. Her body became somewhat blurry, only her head remaining crystal clear, and within it, one could see the surging black blood tears.

"Oh, divine one..." she wept softly, completely devoid of the arrogance and pride she had shown before us.

I was looking at Jiang Qiyun, feeling a bit suffocated inside.

My gaze and aura might have been rather harsh, causing him to furrow his brow slightly.

Well Still think I'm disturbing her sleep!

I held my breath, a tightness in my chest. I bit my lip, forcing myself to stay silent.

You can't get angry, you can't get angry. You still have to be the food warehouse for two babies now! If you get angry, your five internal organs and six bowels will be sour and painful! Your chest will also feel tight and painful!

I took a deep breath, turned my head away from him, and walked to my brother's side, standing beside him.

If anything ever happens, I still need my brother to comfort me.

Jiang Qiyun's gaze swept over the surroundings, and he said coldly: "Four hundred years haven't passed yet, are you so impatient... Zhu Weiti."

Zhu Weiti.

Is this the name of this female ghost

Ancient people's choices of names often carried rich meanings, unlike the idol drama-style names popular today.

Now young parents choose names that are unique and eye-catching, focusing on individuality and stylish aesthetics rather than profound meanings. They often draw inspiration from idol dramas and seek names with rich characters and a trendy feel.

Royal women's names were more carefully chosen. They often used titles instead of names, and their given names were almost always beautiful words.

Peace, beautiful, and serene.

A woman with a fragrant beauty, gracefully steps towards the east chamber.

Given such a name coupled with her surname, I had already guessed her identity.

Her name, with the character "微" in the middle, shares the same generation as the historical princess who was famous for losing an arm.

Emperor Chongzhen killed his own daughter and chopped off the arm of another. Looking at the pitiful state of his daughters, he was unable to bring himself to kill them, so he could only leave in tears. The princess who had her arm cut off later escaped from the palace.

In history, the maiden names of princesses are rarely passed down. But the experiences of this Princess with a Broken Arm were known to the world, and so her maiden name, Zhu Weiyuan, has been preserved.

This female ghost is named Zhu Weiti... She should be Zhu Wei's sister, one of the princesses who "died young" from the emperor.

What kind of entanglement does she have with Jiang Qiyun

Four hundred years is a long time for mortals. Why did Jiang Qiyun agree to give her four hundred years to cultivate And why didn't the underworld collect her soul in her place of eternal rest

The female ghost's skull swayed slowly: "Honorable god, I have not crossed this boundary..."

"But your reach extends too far," Jiang Qiyun said lightly. "This seat didn't expect that vanity box to be from your tomb... Could it be that you deliberately let some funerary objects leak out a dozen years ago To seek the 'opportunity' you wanted"

"Then, what can I do Honorable God, please enlighten me once more!" She pleaded desperately.

Jiang Qiyun coldly shook his head: "Some things can't be undone. I promised you four hundred years to enlighten yourself, but..."

Before he could finish his words, only a trace of regret lingered in his eyes.

What the... Giving her four hundred years to cultivate and letting her command these ghosts, with the Underworld not interfering in this small patch of land... This privilege is too much, isn't it!

And what does that hint of regret mean Regret that she couldn't see the right path and ultimately still walked down a crooked, evil path, unable to be with you

I stood here lost in thought, starving with an empty stomach and a knot of frustration in my chest, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"There's still plenty of time left in the four hundred-year term... Since I made a promise to you, I won't break it... But if you reach too far..."

Jiang Qiyun glanced at me, warning the female ghost.

The female ghost's mournful cries rose, and a wisp of cloud formed above the river. Her form gradually dissipated, and the old man quickly shut the wooden board and pressed it down with stones.

The surrounding gloom dissipated, and the ghostly figures vanished. The sky was already turning towards evening.

In the village surrounded by mountains, it got dark especially early.

The little imp crawled on the ground, whispering an explanation: "Your Majesty, I warned them... Saying that this is my young mistress, if they dare to act recklessly, I will not care about any agreements you have made with them... But they are bold and reckless, and even want to violate my young mistress's body."

Jiang Qiyun gave a faint "mm" in response, indicating that he understood.

My brother pulled me back, saying: "Brother-in-law, this female ghost has a deep background. You even gave her land to cultivate and achieve enlightenment Wow, what good treatment! You're not this generous to Qiao."

Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly: " ... Don't talk nonsense."

My brother let out a snort of laughter, deliberately interlocking his fingers with mine and waving them in front of me. "Come on, Qiao," he said, "Fortunately, we have a house, so you don't have to worry about having nowhere to go. Let men keep their mistresses if they want, they can keep them for four hundred years and still not raise one properly. It all comes down to the mistress herself not being good enough. Come on, brother will take you out for a meal."

I glanced at Jiang Qiyun, he frowned and seemed displeased.

Displeased, I'm still displeased!

As usual, if he appeared, he would take me home directly. But today I didn't want to go with him, so I turned around and followed my brother toward the village entrance.

Jiang Qiyun frowned, but didn't speak.

My brother climbed up and turned back to pull me, he reached out to help me, but I angrily dodged.

No explanation, no explanation!

I stormed up and opened the car door, just as he calmly said: "Don't come back to this place. Whatever she does is her karma, you don't need to interfere."

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What does this mean!

Let's not disturb her practice, shall we! She doesn't care about harming others anyway!

“Alright, alright… We won’t come! We won't bother her! It was her cheap rouge that affected my brother. Otherwise, we wouldn't even care who she is! Just stay away from us!” I said angrily, getting into the car.

My brother was also unhappy, he drove me away directly, and Jiang Qiyun took the little ghost messenger and disappeared.

"I'll put talismans all over the house when I get back!" I said angrily.

I'm so angry my eyes are red.

The tightness and heaviness in my chest felt like I couldn't breathe. He didn't even explain, and he told us not to come back!

"Are our talismans effective against Jiang Qiyun But this little mistress is formidable. Could she have done something remarkable in her lifetime Otherwise, even if she were a princess, Jiang Qiyun wouldn't bother remembering the name of an ordinary person," my brother sneered.

"Remembering names is nothing! What does it mean to keep the underworld from claiming souls on her territory for four hundred years! Are you letting her raise a horde of ghosts as her subjects!" This really gets my goat!

No, no, can't get angry, can't get angry.

"Why don't you just ask for clarification Maybe some things need to be explained clearly. It might not be what we think it is. This female ghost isn't particularly close to him... maybe there's a reason for this." My brother reached out and rubbed my head.

"Don't be afraid, with your uncle here, you can ask him clearly. If you're not happy, I'll help you scold him."

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