Chapter 23

Su Meier's delicate face now wore a bewitching smile, and the force in her hands grew heavier and heavier.

The other old woman was already so frightened that her crotch was wet. She then stumbled out of the door, shouting, "Young mistress has gone mad! Young mistress has killed someone! Help! Someone, come quick!"

The scream attracted a crowd and immediately alerted everyone in the Jiang family, from the youngest to the oldest.

The people who arrived were either strangers or familiar faces, but the fear and disdain on their faces were impossible to hide.

Disdain? She had seen far too much since she came to the Jiang family as a child…

Su Meier's smile was both tragic and pitiful.

In a daze, she seemed to see her childhood, with her parents gently stroking her head and saying, "My sweet girl, Mommy and Daddy will buy you a sugar figurine."

It was as if she could see the woman in the blue dress at Cangshan Temple that day, smiling gently at her, saying, "Don't be afraid."

But why has it turned out like this?

Overnight, the Jiang family mansion was thrown into chaos.

When Lingwu found out the next day, it was when Qinglu was tying her hair up that she let it slip.

Seeing Lingwu's tightly furrowed brows, Qinglu lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "That Su Meier killed someone. When the authorities came to arrest her, she slammed her head against the wall and died on the spot. And then..."

Qinglu whispered, "Then the Jiang family buried her."

She looked somewhat worried, afraid that her mistress would be sad, but she continued under Ling Wu's unwavering gaze:

"But I heard that there was no one in the coffin. She was just wrapped in a straw mat and then thrown into a mass grave."

Thinking of this, Qinglu didn't know what to think.

Ling Wu stood up. "Prepare the car."

"Miss, where are we going?"

"Mass burial ground".

On the mass grave, a cold wind howled, stirring up a stench of decay, and the eyes of several wild dogs devouring flesh gleamed with bloodlust.

The servants holding sticks stood protectively in front of Ling Wu.

She gently raised her eyes, her tender gaze falling upon the few wild dogs with fierce expressions.

In an instant, those wild dogs seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying!

They all tucked their tails between their legs and lay trembling on the ground, whimpering softly as if they were praying for something.

Finally, as Ling Wu's eyes flickered, the stray dogs turned and ran away as if they had been granted a pardon.

The servants were puzzled, but they still kept a close watch on the place!

Qinglu supported Lingwu, her body trembling slightly.

Corpses lay strewn across the ground, their blood mixed with the soil, scattered everywhere.

Su Meier lay in the closest spot to them, her face disfigured and the blood already congealed, but she was still wearing that red wedding dress.

The amazing pen appeared in his hand, and everything around him was frozen in time.

Two underworld officials appeared carrying Su Meier's mindless spirit.

"Lady Meng Po," the two underworld officials greeted respectfully.

Ling Wu nodded slightly, then said, "Although her body is dead, she still has some time left in her life, so I will entrust her soul to her."

After hesitating for a long time, the underworld official finally handed the ghost in his hand to Ling Wu.

“But she…” Before he could finish speaking, the underworld official on the other side nudged his back and then said respectfully, “Thank you, Lady Meng Po, but…”

“I will go and speak to him myself.”

"Yes." After saying that, the two underworld messengers removed Su Meier's handcuffs, bowed, and disappeared from the spot.

Su Meier's soul was in a daze, but it trembled instinctively because of Ling Wu.

With a slight flick of her brush, Lingwu returned to her own body.

Her sins have not yet been atoned for.

Time returned to normal around her, and Ling Wu withdrew her gaze, turned around, and left.

Not long after the car drove away, Su Meier suddenly sat up, and excruciating pain immediately shot through her body and face!

Her gaze followed that direction and she saw that large chunks of flesh were missing from both of her thighs!

Her face, which was not visible, was covered with scratches, making it almost impossible to see her original appearance.

Half a month later, as the situation became increasingly dire, Song Jue had no choice but to take the initiative to seek out Bai Qingchu.

It was also the first time Song Jue had set foot in Bai Qingchu's palace since Ling Wu left that day.

Just then, the imperial physician taking her pulse had a joyful expression on his face. Before Song Jue could reprimand him, the physician knelt down and congratulated her, "Congratulations, Your Highness, you are pregnant!"

The anger on Song Jue's face vanished instantly. After a moment of surprise, he stepped forward and embraced Bai Qingchu.

The two reconciled.

It wasn't until nightfall that he looked at Bai Qingchu and said, "Chu'er's pregnancy is the only happy event in recent days."

Bai Qingchu knew perfectly well what was going on, but still gently asked, "Your Majesty seems very tired. Has something happened recently?"

Then things turned out exactly as Ling Wu had predicted.

After Song Jue left, Bai Qingchu wiped his hands with a handkerchief with considerable disgust.

"Deliver the letter."

"yes."

The bright moon above the night sky was obscured by dark clouds, making it appear infinitely dark.

Ling Wu raised an eyebrow and stroked the little pigeon's head.

Since returning from the mass grave that day, trouble has arisen again at the Jiang residence. Su Meier, wearing her wedding dress from that day and covered in blood, crawled back to the Jiang residence in the dead of night!

The two gatekeepers were so frightened they're still in shock!

After all, the officials witnessed Su Meier die and confirmed it.

After this incident, no one dared to set foot in front of the Jiang residence anymore.

Nowadays, people both fear and dread the Jiang family!

However, nowadays everyone is in a state of panic because of the famine and plague, and no one talks about the Jiang family anymore.

Bai's father took Nan Qing into the palace that very night, and only returned late at night.

When he returned, it was the chief eunuch by Song Jue's side who personally escorted him back, and at the same time, he also brought back an imperial edict.

Bai's father was promoted three ranks in a row, and Bai's mother was granted an imperial title while she was still half asleep. Bai Qingchu was promoted to Imperial Concubine, and Lingwu was also granted the title of Princess!

As dawn broke, the shocked colleagues had dark circles under their eyes, clearly indicating that they hadn't slept since the imperial edict was read out in the middle of the night.

The people shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

The distribution of porridge and the provision of traditional Chinese medicine to prevent the plague were both taken over by the imperial court.

The Bai family donated all their grain, medicine, and silver, earning them the reputation of being great philanthropists in Shengjing, without having to worry about not getting any credit.

They gained leisure and a good reputation, and their idle shops were accumulating profits, with everything thriving.

During this period, Lingwu, in the name of the Bai family, donated a considerable sum of money for incense and medicine to Cangshan Temple.

Liao Ji was thus once again deeply troubled.

"The arising and ceasing of causes and conditions are all predetermined by cause and effect. Since you have already given up, then do not harbor any more delusions!" The old monk put his hands together, closed his eyes, and sighed.

Upon hearing this, Liaoji paused in his prayer beads, then whispered, "Liaoji understands."

Liaoji understood, understood the benefactor's intention, and understood the benefactor's displeasure.

As the old monk turned to leave, he revealed the secret: "You and that benefactor have a karmic entanglement for another lifetime. However, you should think carefully about whether you still want to see him again."

He left after he finished speaking.

The tranquility of being alone in a room brought peace to my troubled heart.

"Amitabha……"