As the two were sighing, a sudden gust of cold wind blew over.

Lin Wanyue glanced to the side and spotted the little pink butterfly fluttering over in a hurry. She was now wearing a lighter, more flowing dress, which didn't take up as much space as before.

"Why are you in such a hurry, Little Pink Butterfly? Is something wrong?" Lin Wanyue asked, seeing Little Pink Butterfly's anxious expression.

However, she did not notice that Lin Yanping, who was standing next to her, had a slight frown on his brow, but he did not say anything.

The little pink butterfly's expression was very complicated. She said to Lin Wanyue, "I think I've spotted that bastard's scent!"

"That dog's...smell..." Lin Wanyue repeated silently, feeling that her little pink butterfly sister's sense of smell was a bit too sensitive.

There are so many people here, whether they are royal relatives and nobles attending the banquet or palace maids and eunuchs serving them. If you count them all, there are probably hundreds or even thousands of people.

The little pink butterfly was able to smell that heartless bastard among so many people.

However, Lin Wanyue also knew that the reason why Little Pink Butterfly became a vengeful ghost was because of that bastard's betrayal, which almost killed her, and that's why her resentment lingered for so long.

You could say that the death of that bastard was Little Pink Butterfly's obsession!

“That’s right, I can still recognize that bastard’s scent even if he’s turned to ashes!” Little Pink Butterfly nodded.

Lin Wanyue looked at her, wondering what she planned to do.

The little pink butterfly smiled sweetly at him: "Wanwan, I came here to say goodbye. Perhaps after I kill him, I will cease to exist. Goodbye, and thank you very much for these past few days."

"Little Pink Butterfly Sister?" Lin Wanyue panicked and called out to her.

The little pink butterfly turned around, her eyes filled with sadness: "Wanwan, don't stop me."

She knew that if Lin Wanyue wanted to stop her, she would be powerless to resist.

But all she wanted to do was kill that bastard, even if it meant her soul was scattered to the winds!

She's been dead for so many years, why is that bastard still able to live a good life?

Even if he became a dead eunuch, it wouldn't be enough to quell Little Pink Butterfly's resentment at being tortured to death.

She was determined to make that bastard die in front of her, and die in excruciating pain!

"Hey..." Lin Wanyue quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, I didn't mean to stop you. I just wanted you to be careful. The people here are all rich, and they may have all prayed for good luck. They might not be so easy to deal with."

Lin Wanyue had also thought about that heartless man who betrayed Little Pink Butterfly. Since he was so cruel, he certainly wouldn't let her live a bad life.

But no one expected that the heartless man would actually have the ability to sneak into the palace and attend the emperor's birthday banquet!

Those who can appear here are all wealthy, powerful, and influential figures.

Ordinary people, even if they wanted to give gifts to the emperor, would find it impossible to find the right person to do so.

"Thank you." The little pink butterfly glanced at her longingly before drifting away into the crowd.

"..." Lin Wanyue stared blankly in the direction she left.

Lin Yanping and others paused for a while before asking Lin Wanyue, "Wanwan, what are you looking at? I think I just heard you talking to thin air?"

Lin Wanyue turned her face away and told her father in a serious tone, "Don't pry into girls' affairs!"

Lin Yanping: "?"

Am I not your favorite dad?

With her round, fair face, like a little dough ball, it was truly laughable that she would say such a thing.

The banquet was about to begin shortly after the two finished their conversation.

The emperor's birthday banquet was a major event for all the civil and military officials, at least for the officials of the Ministry of Rites.

Therefore, the banquet arrangements were also arranged according to different levels. Only high-ranking officials with real power could sit next to the emperor, while the rest of the royal family and relatives had to step back. Of course, the people behind them were also arranged according to their rank.

People of Lin Weiming's caliber could only sit in the shed outside the main hall.

Although Lin Wanyue was granted the title of princess, the territory she was assigned to was probably similar to that of Lin Weiming.

However, when Qi Sichen passed by, he casually picked up the little dumpling and put it in his arms, then sat down in the seat next to Emperor Qi Yuan.

Although the people from the Ministry of Rites saw it, they couldn't say anything. After all, the Regent was willing to dote on his goddaughter, so who would dare to go and say anything?

Opposite them were the late imperial concubines. Although these women had little real power, they could be considered symbolic representatives of filial piety and could be considered, in a way, the emperor's stepmothers.

Lin Wanyue didn't care that everyone else was busy dealing with the rules of the Ministry of Rites; she only needed to deal with the endless stream of delicious food laid out in front of her.

The imperial kitchen staff must have used their best skills to make every dish look and smell delicious, making it so appetizing that it made your mouth water just by looking at it.

Qi Sichen listened to the Ministry of Rites' arrangements in a relaxed manner, and casually handed Lin Wanyue a white jade spoon.

Lin Wanyue scooped up a large spoonful of delicious food with a jade spoon, and just as she was about to put it in her mouth, she felt waves of yin energy coming from around her.

Although she was in a warm and cozy hall, she could feel a chilly wind right beside her.

This kind of cold is not the cold of air temperature, but a cold that the soul can perceive. Generally speaking, it can only be felt by ghosts or the dead.

But this is the main hall where the emperor held his birthday banquet. Not to mention the large number of people coming and going, it must have been cleaned countless times. How could there be a dead person here?

As for ghosts?

Lin Wanyue had already scanned the entire hall earlier. The ghosts she brought from home had been wandering outside and hadn't come in, for fear of disturbing Qi Yuan, who was in a relatively weak state.

She pulled out a stick of incense from her sleeve. This incense didn't have much of a use; its only function was probably to find yin energy.

A wisp of extremely thin smoke pointed directly in the direction opposite Lin Wanyue.

Lin Wanyue looked in that direction and couldn't help but frown, because the person sitting there was none other than the Dowager Consort, the mascot of filial piety.

There's something inside that's not human!

When this idea popped into Lin Wanyue's mind, it startled her.

Lin Wanyue has seen quite a few ghosts in her past and present lives, but she has never actually seen many ghosts that live among people in human bodies.

Because ghosts have no physical form.

What exactly is that thing in front of us?

Lin Wanyue didn't try to alert the enemy, but her two little eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her serious little face made people want to pinch her chubby little cheeks.

Qi Sichen did just that, casually pinching Lin Wanyue's soft little face twice, and asked nonchalantly, "What are you thinking about, daughter? You seem so engrossed in your thoughts?"