"Rest assured, brave warrior, the dead cannot speak," the princess said softly.
"Your Highness..." Cheng Ying called out softly, wanting to speak, but what could he say now? A resolute look flashed across his face. He tidied his medicine box again, rubbed his face vigorously, and walked out.
Behind him, the princess hung a white silk ribbon, and with light steps, she put her snow-white neck into the ribbon. "Motherly love..." As if everyone had contracted a whispering syndrome, Fang Zong took a breath and turned to leave.
"Aren't you going to save her?" The Yinshan Ghost King was very surprised by Fang Zong's actions.
The princess's life or death made no difference; they could easily save her, and he desperately wanted to.
Yinshan Ghost King and Lin have a deep obsession with a princess of a country, just as they did when Lin was alive.
"It's fake, why should we take it seriously?" Fang Zong followed Cheng Ying slowly, keeping pace with her. Cheng Ying was unhurried and calmly navigated the palace roads, not worrying about the guards she encountered, her expression unchanged from usual.
Upon arriving at the palace gate and seeing a person, his expression changed briefly before returning to normal.
"Stop!" The man, dressed in full armor unlike ordinary guards, quickly stepped past the guards at the palace gates and reached Cheng Ying's side. "Doctor Tu has given orders, I don't need to elaborate, do I?" He was still quite secretive about the matter, pointing to Cheng Ying's medicine chest: "Open it!"
"General Han, please make yourself at home."
Cheng Ying made a move to open the medicine box, but unexpectedly, General Han Jue scrutinized Cheng Ying's expression, his tiger-like eyes suddenly trembling twice, and he shouted, "What's inside?"
"Just some medicinal herbs. General Han knows my identity," Cheng Ying said with a smile. "They are just platycodon, licorice, and a little mint. I was ordered to come and treat the princess's fever. All the herbs I brought are cooling in nature. General, please be careful not to spoil their medicinal properties."
Han Jue continued to scrutinize Cheng Ying's expression, repeatedly questioning him without touching Cheng Ying's medicine chest. Suddenly, he angrily said, "You say it's platycodon, licorice, and mint, but I found ginseng! Get out, get out! Next time, be more specific!" He then picked up the medicine chest and returned it to Cheng Ying. He didn't open the chest, but as he turned around, it seemed as if he had opened it, and he ordered the palace guards behind him, "Open the gate!"
"General," Cheng Ying whispered from behind, "General, if I leave this palace, please inform Tu Anjia and send you to arrest me, Cheng Ying. This orphan has no chance of survival. Enough, enough, enough! General, take Cheng Ying away and claim your reward; I and the orphan of the Zhao family are willing to die together!"
"You..." Han Jue turned his head in astonishment, his tiger eyes filled with murderous intent, then suddenly grinned widely and chuckled in a low, muffled voice: "Good, good, good! With someone like you protecting the descendants of loyal officials, why should I, Han Jue, hesitate to sacrifice myself?" After saying that, he walked into a secluded shadowy place and became completely silent.
Cheng Ying walked out of the palace gate, and behind him, where the guards were densely packed, Fang Zong and the Yinshan Ghost King stood above many guards, yet no one could spot them.
Fang Zong looked towards the shadows where Han Jue had walked, and with his keen hearing, he heard a soft 'splat' sound—the sound of a blade slid across a throat. "Two lives were exchanged for an orphan to escape danger. The injustices involved are immense. No wonder it has generated a vengeful spirit more wronged than any ghost... Yinshan Ghost King, what do we do next?"
"I am a dog now," the Yinshan Ghost King sneered in a low voice.
Fang Zong curled his lip: "I've never seen such a shameless dog as you."
What to do next is simple: just follow Cheng Ying. The princess and Han Jue are already dead, so they're definitely not vengeful spirits. There's a lot of resentment in the palace, and these guards and maids might be vengeful spirits, but the probability is very small.
The vengeful spirits were likely people Cheng Ying had come into contact with, which is why they followed Cheng Ying all the way to his residence.
The matter seemed to have calmed down immediately, and the mansion was quiet. Cheng Ying handed the baby over to his wife to take care of, and surprisingly, he went to take a nap. After waking up, he went to his study to study medical books.
Upon arriving at his study, Cheng Ying suddenly stopped. He saw light inside and heard the sound of bamboo slips being turned. He leaned against the window and cautiously peered inside.
He saw a man, a man dressed very strangely.
"What is he doing here?" Cheng Ying had seen Fang Zong before and couldn't help but wonder, but the more she looked, the less she could bear to disturb Fang Zong.
Fang Zong read very quickly, his face displaying an insatiable thirst for knowledge, like a person lost in the desert yearning for water. Cheng Ying had never seen anyone like him before; even he himself had never been so immersed in medical books.
"Come in," a voice came from the study.
Cheng Ying took a deep breath and immediately reached for the small knife hidden at his waist—now that he had come to Fang Zong's house, everything he had done must have been seen by Fang Zong. The princess was dead, Han Jue was dead, and Fang Zong could not live either.
Just as he was about to enter the room, the window facing north opened on the other side, and a middle-aged man nimbly jumped in.
Cheng Ying immediately stopped and continued to spy.
"I still don't understand why you didn't save the princess. You're a living person; logically, you should have saved either the princess or Han Jue."
The Yinshan Ghost King's expression was conflicted.
“I already said it’s fake, why take it seriously?” Fang Zong put down the bamboo scroll. “Everything here has already happened. I saved the princess, but she couldn’t live. I saved Han Jue, but Han Jue is already dead. If we can’t eliminate the vengeful spirits, saving them is just like adding two more vengeful souls. When the Youye Illusionary Realm is destroyed, countless vengeful souls will be killing everywhere… Do you think they would willingly become vengeful souls if they were still alive?”
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