Chapter 283 That strand of black hair
For seven whole days, Xiao Heng did not go to court and sat in front of Liu Yuetang's painting.
The sunlight slanted through the window lattice, stretching his shadow very long and intertwining with the thin figure in the painting.
During these seven days, Xiao Heng did not see anyone and did not announce himself to anyone.
Seven days later, the only person who entered the gate of Chengming Palace was not the queen or the queen mother, but a shaman.
He was the person he hated most in his life.
Xiao Heng stroked the woman's face on the scroll and said in a hoarse voice, "These past few days, I've been having dreams. I dreamt she was in great pain and distress, but I couldn't wake up. She reached out to me in the mist, and I ran as fast as I could, my skirt torn by thorns, but I couldn't catch her hand."
The wizard closed his eyes and counted on his fingers, then shook his head slightly.
God has willed it so...
It's God's will...
The palace was incompatible with Imperial Concubine Shuyi, which meant that all the honors she had now would come at the cost of her life.
But why did he calculate that Imperial Concubine Shuyi was not destined to die...
He pondered and said, "Your Majesty, Imperial Concubine Shuyi has been stopped by ghost messengers and wild ghosts. Now the only way to restore Imperial Concubine Shuyi's soul is to use necromancy."
"Then use it quickly!" Xiao Heng finally regained some energy.
The mage looked up at Xiao Heng's haggard and gloomy face, his Adam's apple moving: "Your Majesty, summoning the soul requires lifespan, and also requires..."
"I have plenty of life ahead of me!" Xiao Heng raised his bloodshot eyes.
He controls a vast empire, and the whole world must obey his orders! He only lives for a few decades, so what if he can trade her for a lifetime of peace?
The mage asked, "Then... May I ask Your Majesty, do you have any of Noble Concubine Shuyi's personal belongings?"
Xiao Heng pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered the strand of black hair that Liu Yuetang had given him before.
He hurriedly called out, "Zhou Defu!"
Zhou Defu hurried forward and asked, "Your Majesty, what are your instructions?"
"Where is the black hair that Concubine Xi gave me? Where did you put it?"
When Xiao Heng suddenly asked this, Zhou Defu couldn't help but be stunned.
At the beginning, the emperor said that the strand of hair should be placed in a hidden box and never taken out again.
Later, he placed the strand of hair in a rarely used rosewood box in the corner of the warehouse.
"Your Majesty, I have placed the lock of black hair in the storeroom."
"What?" Xiao Heng's face changed.
"You put such an important thing in the warehouse?"
He quickly stood up and strode towards the storeroom, "Follow me immediately to find it."
Zhou Defu was so scared that he was sweating profusely. He immediately followed Xiao Heng and finally found the rosewood box in the corner.
"Your Majesty, I found it. It's here."
Xiao Heng stopped searching and took the rosewood box with trembling hands.
The moment the lid of the box slowly opened, a strand of black hair tied into a butterfly shape lay quietly inside.
Suddenly, he seemed to see her cutting her long black hair and weaving it into a butterfly.
It turns out that it’s not that she doesn’t love herself.
It was his own callousness that crushed her sincerity and affection time and time again.
Xiao Heng handed the black hair to the mage.
The mage raised his bare hands and placed the butterfly-shaped strand of black hair on a bronze bowl carved with runes. He muttered something, the incantation winding around the beams of the palace like a gossamer thread: "Soul, return, spirit, return, do not linger in the inn of yin and yang..."
As the last word fell, the bronze bowl suddenly vibrated.
He looked at Xiao Heng and said, "Your Majesty, please think carefully. If you bleed even a drop, you will lose ten years of your life."
Xiao Heng took up the silver needle without hesitation and pierced his fingertip, with madness and determination surging in his eyes.
If he could exchange ten years for her soul to return to its place and stop suffering, he would be happy even if it meant tearing out his heart and bones!
A bead of bright red blood meandered down the silver needle, and when it dripped onto the hair, a flash of fluorescent light suddenly appeared, and the blood disappeared.
The mage lit a piece of talisman paper, and the low incantation rang out like the evening bell of an ancient temple.
As the talisman slowly fell to the ground, he raised his voice and shouted softly, "The universe is reversed, yin and yang are connected! The soul returns to its original position, and the spirit returns to its true body!"
Seeing that the hair in the bowl was still intact and not stained with blood, the mage clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the spirit of the imperial concubine has returned to her place and is now at peace."
Hearing this, Xiao Heng smiled foolishly, "That's good, that's good."
The mage looked at Xiao Heng so disappointed and wanted to say something, but in the end he stopped and closed his mouth.
Some things are destined by God. Once the fate is determined, we can only follow it.
After the wizard left, Xiao Heng picked up the strand of black hair and rubbed it in his hands for a long time.
Then he picked up the scissors, cut off a strand of black hair from his own hair, and tightly twisted it with the black hair.
The two strands of hair intertwined, unable to distinguish one from the other.
He stared for a long time, and his vision gradually blurred.
In a trance, I saw her looking back and smiling again.
"This feeling can be turned into a memory..." Xiao Heng murmured softly, his fingertips trembling slightly, "but it was already gone at that time."
*****
"Wizard, didn't you say she was about to wake up? Why hasn't she woken up yet?" Zong Zhengjun frowned and looked at the wizard beside him.
The wizard's fingers traced the gilded candlelight, and his voice deep beneath the bronze mask said, "Don't worry, Great Khan. Just now, the runes on the dome suddenly lit up, and a flash of dark blue spiritual fire appeared. It was as if someone had pulled back the soul of this girl. She will wake up in less than a quarter of an hour."
The sharp sound of bells and conversations fell into Liu Yuetang's chaotic consciousness. She subconsciously wanted to stand up, but she felt as if her limbs were bound by heavy weights.
My throat was burning and every breath felt like it was being cut by a knife.
Just when she was exhausted and about to fall asleep again, the scene in the fire suddenly appeared in her mind, shocking her brain.
No! She can't die!
After her death, Yue'er became a child without a mother.
And Su Nanqing...her good sister.
She must wake up and kill her enemy.
The strong desire to survive made her open her eyes suddenly. As a strong light came, what she saw was a glazed yellow curtain with a soaring wolf embroidered with gold thread on it.
Wolf? Liu Yuetang's eyes narrowed.
Before he could even look around the hall, he heard a surprised voice: "Awake! Awake! Awake!"
Liu Yuetang looked over at the voice, and the moment her sight met that person, her breath caught in her throat, and she couldn't help but call out, "Auntie?"
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