"Give me back my life..."

A deep, mournful voice, seemingly from hell, came from outside the window. The voice sounded incredibly terrifying and sinister. Zhu Wanqing was so frightened that she clutched the blankets tightly and frantically searched around.

"Who? Who's outside the window?" Zhu Wanqing trembled, terrified.

"Give me back my life, give me back my life..." The voice grew clearer and clearer, and Zhu Wanqing felt a surge of terror rush to her head, her mind buzzing. She was terrified; her palms were sweating, her scalp was numb, and her whole body was covered in cold sweat.

Although Zhu Wanqing was usually arrogant and strong, always possessing an air of authority that commanded the entire sect and aweeded all directions, her patience had long since been worn out when she encountered ghosts one after another at midnight.

As the agonizing cries grew louder and more urgent, Zhu Wanqing could no longer bear it and broke down, crying out, "Don't come looking for me! I didn't do anything..."

Suddenly, a figure in white appeared outside the window, standing out conspicuously in the darkness. Through the fabric, it seemed as if a pair of vicious eyes were staring intently at Zhu Wanqing.

Zhu Wanqing trembled and dared not look, but felt a sinister resentment rushing towards her.

"You killed me, you killed me..."

Zhu Wanqing covered her ears, curled up in the corner of the bed, wishing she could bury her head in her knees, and pleaded in a trembling voice, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me..."

The windows creaked and groaned, and the doors to the entire house were constantly opening and closing as if pulled by some unknown force. The gauze curtains billowed and intertwined, and the hissing sound of the wooden doors scraping against the floor made Zhu Wanqing extremely uncomfortable.

"I want revenge, I want to drag you down to hell with me..." The ghost seemed to be enraged, its hoarse and muffled voice turning into a deadly curse, gradually breaking down Zhu Wanqing's inner defenses.

Zhu Wanqing cried out, suddenly rising to her knees on the bed, pointing outside and sobbing, "You are all a burden to the Prince! You are dragging him down..."

The ghost seemed startled by Zhu Wanqing's actions, paused abruptly, and said in a low voice, "A murderer must pay with his life. You're the one who killed me..."

Zhu Wanqing sobbed, clenching her fists in terror. She opened her mouth wide in fear but couldn't cry out. Despairingly, she said, "Only I can help him regain the throne. I killed you all to push him to break with the court. If you want revenge, go find Yongzheng... He is the culprit, he is the mastermind behind this tragedy!"

The window rattled violently in the wind, and white shadows flashed in and out of view. Zhu Wanqing felt dizzy, as the haunting voice came from all directions. Zhu Wanqing cowered in fear, as if everything around her was about to swallow her whole, and endless darkness loomed before her.

But the mournful voice persisted, seemingly whispering in Zhu Wanqing's ear: "Why won't you even spare the children... They are so young, they are innocent... Your heart is too cruel!"

Zhu Wanqing, her eyes red, murmured mournfully, "No! The Prince already has a child; the one in my belly is the Prince's rightful child!" She clutched her stomach with both hands, gritting her teeth as she said angrily, "Besides, only by killing the Prince's child can we truly ignite his hatred..."

The "ghosts" outside the window seemed stunned by Zhu Wanqing's ruthlessness upon hearing her answer.