Beside her, Wu Yue happened to see the same book as Que Guanghuai, and spoke up to explain, which was meant to comfort him.

"History is written by the victors. Que Linhuai was the crown prince, and after his death, other princes ascended the throne. Do you think they would lavish praise on how capable and talented Que Linhuai was, praising him for being destined to be an emperor but dying instead? Besides, Que Linhuai could have won that battle, but he ended up dying on the battlefield... Anyone with eyes can easily trace it back to the current emperor."

A trace of helpless bewilderment flashed across Que Guanghuai's eyes.

Wu Yue continued, "Of course, I was just giving an example. What I mean is that emperors will definitely write their own good history, while they will omit anything about other people who might threaten their reputation. They might even erase any trace of their existence."

"Okay. Thank you."

Que Guanghuai closed the book and placed it back on the shelf with a heavy heart.

Yan Chiyu slowly interjected, "That was just your past life, it has nothing to do with who you are now. You don't need to feel any burden or guilt. From your respective perspectives, neither of you is wrong."

"I want to help her." The boy lowered his head, his bangs falling down to cover his dark and unfathomable eyes.

"Didn't you just say she waited for you for five hundred years?"

"right."

"Her condition is somewhat like that of a bound spirit."

"A bound spirit? What does that mean?"

As soon as they heard that Wu Yue was about to start telling a story, the scattered crowd instantly gathered around her.

Wu Yue checked that the soundproof barrier she had just set up was still intact before slowly explaining: "Those who had grievances, unresolved issues, or unresolved grudges in their lives will not ascend to heaven or be reincarnated in the underworld after death. They will remain in the world, waiting to fulfill their wishes. Furthermore, their activities will be restricted by region. For example, Mu Liuguang committed suicide by cutting her throat on the palace wall. That's right... Originally, this was the site of Donglin. Perhaps because her wish was related to Que Linhuai, she was trapped here."

"Such ghosts are called earthbound spirits. Some novice Feng Shui practitioners don't know this and think that all ghosts are evil spirits, so they try their best to get rid of them. In fact, they will not harm people without reason. They just want to fulfill their own wishes. Once their wishes are fulfilled, they will leave."

Upon hearing this, Que Guanghuai's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "You mean, she has a deep emotional attachment to Donglin, so her soul has been lingering there..."

"Yes."

Wu Yue gave Que Guanghuai a deep look. "Her obsession is that when she comes of age, Crown Prince Que Linhuai will come to marry her and take her back to Donglin. So Donglin, the capital, is what she longs for."

"Your fall and fainting must have been Mu Liuguang's doing. She created an illusion for you. Obviously, those things really happened, not a dream." After Yan Chiyu finished speaking, he looked down at the title of the book in his hand: "How to Save a Straight-Thinking Woman".

Yes, you can take one back with you.

Of course, Yan Chiyu didn't expect that when he brought the book home and opened it, the first page only had two big characters.

[Hopeless]

In reality, it's just a notebook that looks like a book. It's purely for decoration.

Wu Yue thought for a moment, then suddenly sat down cross-legged. "Old Que, let me tell your fortune."

"Yueyue, you can tell fortunes?" Zhou Yunwei asked curiously, her eyes shining.

"Hahaha, Wu Yue, you look just like a charlatan from a TV drama." Song Wenzhi laughed so hard he bent over, then stopped abruptly.

Wu Yue smiled without saying a word, and took out seven luminous pearls. Just as everyone was about to ask her where she got these luminous pearls, they were quickly drawn to her numerous and varied methods of producing them.