"Let me tell you, the maid that Qian Yingying brought into the Ninth Prince's mansion was actually..." Qian Yaoyao leaned close to Chen Ziying's ear and whispered all the things she had heard from her father.

Chen Ziying, who had only ever possessed some petty cleverness and tricks, was completely dumbfounded and exclaimed, "I never knew there were such ways to harm people in this world! It's simply amazing!"

Hui Nuan Ge's grand display of power naturally couldn't escape the notice of those who were interested.

Chun Tao dragged her injured body out to inquire around, and returned to report to Song Huiru: "Madam, it seems that the bandit's father and elder brother have returned and are talking in Hui Nuan Pavilion."

What about the bandit's father and elder brother?

They were the Marquis of Anping and his son, who had just been recruited into the army last year and then went to fight in the northwest.

Song Huiru looked disdainful: "Did they come back after suffering a defeat?"

In her previous life, Song Huiru did not have much interaction with Marquis Anping or the Ninth Prince, but she heard that the reason why the Ninth Prince ended up in such a miserable state and died tragically was because of this gang of bandits.

Moreover, the Ninth Prince's Mansion's misfortune and decline began after these two bandits returned from their defeat.

Otherwise, given the immense power of the Ninth Prince, if he hadn't insisted on protecting this bandit gang, he wouldn't have incurred the wrath of the entire court and given the world a pretext for the emperor to rightfully strip him of his military power.

"No, I have to quickly think of a way to get closer to the Ninth Prince and persuade him to stay away from that gang of bandits. I can't let the Ninth Prince's mansion repeat the mistakes of my previous life, otherwise my life will be ruined," Song Huiru muttered to herself, her mind racing.

She instructed Chuntao to fetch a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.

He wrote another letter and instructed his maid to deliver it to the Ninth Prince.

She believed that there was no man in this world who did not crave power or value his life.

Sooner or later, the Ninth Prince will realize that she is the only woman in the world who is most suitable for him.

Hui Nuan Ge.

Ji Fengyao used her spiritual power to seal all the acupoints and meridians near Hei Xiao's dantian with acupuncture, blocking the flow of spiritual energy and blood energy within his dantian.

Thus, even if the demonic seed in his dantian were to attack, it could only sustain itself with the existing spiritual energy within his dantian and could not absorb any more energy.

However, this is a lose-lose situation: the excessive absorption of spiritual energy and blood energy by the demonic seed will definitely damage Black Owl's core, affecting his future cultivation.

This is also why Ji Fengyao kept the drawbacks a secret from everyone.

Because Black Owl's condition was truly dire, with the demonic seed having lain dormant and grown within him for nearly twenty years, given her current strength and their predicament, saving Black Owl's life and preventing him from being controlled was a last resort.

Ji Fengyao was struggling to form the seal.

The demonic seed within Black Owl's body indeed began to stir.

One second Kyoto was under a clear blue sky, and the next it was filled with wind and clouds, with a thin layer of dark mist swirling in the sky, making it look like cumulus clouds before a rainstorm.

A sharp howl, like that of a wild beast struggling in its death throes, rang in Black Owl's ears. The piercing sound seemed to stab his soul, but he clenched his fists and pressed his handsome lips together, remaining completely still.

Shang Beiyu, who was reading and drinking tea in his palace, noticed the commotion outside. He got up and went to the window. He looked at the turbulent clouds over the capital and frowned slightly.

He turned around and closed the window.

Shang Beiyu raised his hand and swept it in the air in front of him, his movements as graceful as a fairy.

The mist emanating from his palm was as thick as ink.

The mist swirled rapidly in front of him like a vortex, forming a black hole.