Chapter 151 "You shouldn't have married him."...
I turned the doorknob slightly, and the door opened; it wasn't locked.
The floor-to-ceiling windows were tightly closed, and the floor-length curtains completely blocked out the sunlight.
I closed the door, strode in, and drew back the curtains, instantly brightening the room.
The room was large and empty, without a single piece of furniture; it was as if my breath could echo.
He slowly walked to a half-new fireplace, squatted down, and stroked it up and down.
Suddenly remembering the pile of ears, eyes, hair, and limbs that had fallen here, I hesitated for a moment and withdrew my hand from touching it.
Years ago, the ruthless and handsome prime minister used a plague to kill the Queen Mother and the Crown Prince. On the night of the Queen Mother's death, her cousin, who was a cook, and other maids and servants were herded into this room. The handsome prime minister ordered them to be executed, their bodies stuffed into this large fireplace, and their vengeful spirits trapped with a golden harp—so that they could one day use the power of their vengeful spirits.
That day I smashed the fireplace—now it's been replaced with a new one, and all the vengeful spirits should have fled or been taken elsewhere by Mamboa, whose golden harp seems to have the power to summon and gather spirits.
I thought about it for a moment, then mustered up my courage and reached out my hand.
He touched it left and right, but couldn't figure it out.
He even stuck half his body into the fireplace to see what was inside, only to find it empty.
He sat dejectedly by the fireplace and closed his eyes.
Suddenly someone patted my shoulder. I thought it was Manberia and opened my eyes in fright.
To his surprise, this only made him more frightened, and he found it difficult to breathe.
At first glance, this looks like Manberia, but upon closer inspection, it isn't.
She looked exactly like Manberia, with amber star-like eyes, a high and straight nose, bright red lips, an elegant and beautiful chin, and long, shimmering silver-blue hair.
But she was a little girl.
When she saw how terrified I was, she smiled and sat down next to me.
His smile was exactly the same as Manberia's, cunning and playful.
"Don't be afraid of me. It's fate that you can see me," she said.
"You... are Mamboa's twin sister?"
"yes."
"You're still alive?!"
“No.” She giggled, looking even more like Mamboya now, “but I’m trapped here. You see, I still look like a little girl.”
"How can I help you?" I asked.
“I don’t know.” She shrugged.
Why are you standing in front of me?
“I don’t know either,” she chuckled. “All I know is that I was awake when you came in. I’d heard of you; the maids had described what you looked like, and I knew it was you the moment I saw you. I tried tapping you on the shoulder, and you actually saw me.”
"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" I've heard that ghosts linger in the same place for a long time because they have some unfulfilled wishes.
"My wish? Let me think." She looked like she was deep in thought. "Could it be... to see my brother again?"
“Since you’re here for a long time, you’ll definitely see him often,” I said.
“I want to talk to him and tell him how much I miss him,” she said.
“He must know you miss him,” I said. “Don’t worry.”
She looked at me and smiled again. "You're my brother's type. I knew it the moment I saw you. I'm not surprised at all that he was interested in you in the Land of Death and then pursued you relentlessly."
"He has many beautiful women around him," I said tactfully.
“You’re a superhuman,” she said, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at me. “You’re one of a kind.”
"Do you know how to help me go back to my original world?" I asked suddenly.
"The power of vengeful spirits," she answered me, "can make those whose souls have left their bodies live on for a long time, like Prince Bernard, or it can become a powerful weapon, like my brother hurting people with his golden harp. It can also bring you back to your original world. But, do you really want to go back?"
"What do you mean?!" I was a little confused.
“You’re already a part of our world.” She smiled. “I’ll soon have a little niece.”
I was shocked. "What?! Impossible?!"
"What's impossible?" It wasn't her voice, but a gentle whisper that seemed to come from beside my ear.
I opened my eyes in fright and saw Manberia standing in front of me, leaning down and speaking into my ear.
I quickly pushed him away and stumbled out of the room.
As I fled to the outer corridor, Mamboya caught up with me and draped a thick fox fur cloak over my shoulders, saying, "Aren't you afraid of getting cold? The snow is very heavy today."
"Don't come near me!" I clutched my fox fur cloak, glaring at him as if I would get pregnant if he got any closer.
He was baffled. "What's wrong with you?! You just took a nap in your room, why are you so irritable?"
"None of your business!" I yelled and ran away. Perhaps sensing something was wrong, he didn't chase after me.
That afternoon, a group of tailors, jewelers, and makeup artists came into my room, saying they wanted to make a custom-made wedding dress, jewelry, and beautiful bridal makeup for me.
"Your wedding banquet with Prince Manboa will be held in five days," the head maid said respectfully.
"There's even a wedding banquet for marrying a second wife?" I asked in surprise.
"certainly."
However, the wedding banquet was not held as scheduled. The very next day, news of a massive prison break in the Northern Prison arrived. Hundreds of prisoners braved the bitter cold to escape from the prison, killing and wounding countless guards and soldiers along the way. This was an organized and premeditated breakout, catching everyone off guard, and the wedding banquet, originally scheduled for four days later, had to be postponed.
Some say this was King Midian of the West's way of retaliating against Mamboa of the North for rescuing the gifted woman. King Midian, having lost in war, was bound to win in another.
The escaped prisoners are now roaming freely, causing great trouble for the capital. The largest prison in the North was originally located in the capital. Now the city is fraught with danger, and ordinary people are constantly at risk of being harassed by the roaming prisoners. The number of patrols has increased two or three times, but it seems that they cannot stop the frequent burglaries, robberies, murders, and arson.
Manberia is always out there, busy and on the go, while I've been able to relax and have some free time.
I went to the library again and sat there for most of the day. I looked through old financial statements from the North from ten years ago, as well as books on the North's political and economic systems.
Now is the best time to study. That day, he studied until late into the night.
As soon as I stepped out of the library, I bumped into a tall figure—no, I almost bumped into him.
With his long, shimmering silver curls, alluring face, and tall, muscular physique, it was none other than Bernard.
“I’ve been wanting to explain this to you.” Bernard was very close to me, his delicate lips almost touching the tip of my nose. I subconsciously took two steps back, but he stepped forward again. “I couldn’t get there in time to save you; it was truly beyond my control.”
"I know." I turned my head away, not wanting his breathing to be too close to me.
“You shouldn’t have married him.” He was very displeased.
“I have no choice,” I said, still not looking at him. “If I don’t marry him, I will lose my kingdom.”
"Are you stupid? If you can't protect it, you can't protect it. I'll go and build another royal city for you." His eyes shone brightly.
“Then I will fall into the hands of King Midian,” I said.
"I will get you out." He was still looking at me.
“I can’t wait. What if you’re never released by the King of the East?”
He didn't say anything more, and I thought he wouldn't pay any more attention to me, so I turned around to leave. But he coldly said, "So, in your eyes, I'm this useless."
I paused for a moment, then continued forward.
When I returned to my room, I was startled to find a group of people waiting for me. There was a tailor, a jeweler, and a group of maids. The head maid smiled and said, "You're finally back! The wedding dress is finished, and the jewelry is done too. Would you like to try it on?"
"So fast?" It's only been a few days?
"We've been working day and night to make them," the tailor said humbly.
The jeweler then took out a large jewelry box, saying, "The jewelry actually came in a finished product, but it was slightly adjusted to your liking. I heard the dress was finished, so I brought it along for you to try on."
I went to the dressing room, where a maid brought me my dress and another maid carried my jewelry box.
Unfolding the shimmering gold dress, I was dazzled. Just as I was about to try it on, I noticed that the waist was a bit tight. "Why don't you try it on first?" I said to the maid who was holding the dress. "Your waist needs to be slimmer. If it fits, then it's too small for me."
The maid hesitated to try it on, saying, "This is your dress."
"It's okay, I'm just worried that my waistline is too fleshy and will tear the seams on the skirt," I laughed.
The maid had no choice but to reluctantly take it. But as soon as she put it on, a terrifying thing happened. With a whoosh, before I could even react, white smoke billowed from her body. Then, with a loud bang, she burst into flames. Another maid and I screamed and fled out the door. The maids and the tailor outside were still unaware of what had happened. I rushed to the bed, grabbed the blanket, and pulled out the sheet. "Quick, quick, get water! It's on fire!"
I rushed back into the changing room and desperately tried to extinguish the flames on the maid with blankets and sheets. The maid was like a fireball, screaming shrilly. I struggled for a while, sweating profusely, when suddenly, the blankets and sheets were snatched from my hands. The guards had arrived and chased me out. They started putting out the fire with buckets of water. In no time, the fire was extinguished, but the maid was burned to a crisp, and half of the small changing room was destroyed.
I collapsed onto the carpet, watching as the charred body of the maid was carried out…
Manberia hasn't returned yet, so this matter can't be resolved. Although I am the second wife, I haven't taken control of the situation. And the others can't interfere in Manberia's "misdeeds."
That night I slept in another room. In the early morning, after a restless night, I was awakened by a commotion. I thought someone had been burned again, so I jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room without even putting on my robe. As soon as I got to the hallway, I realized something was wrong.
They could faintly hear someone shouting, "Someone has opened the palace prison gates, and the palace prisoners have escaped!"
Then came screams, wails, and cries.
I was horrified that someone had actually broken into the palace! Although they were already in the palace, they were being held in the palace prison.
I immediately ran back to my room, quickly changed into a black outfit, and escaped the palace by mingling with some panicked maids.
This was no ordinary prison break. These vicious criminals acted like well-trained guards, capturing, slashing, beating, and killing the fleeing palace servants with practiced ease and skill.
In the midst of the swirling snow, just as several guards were about to capture us, I spotted a short flute lying on the snow, seemingly abandoned by someone. In a moment of inspiration, I picked it up and began to play.
I am playing the Summoning Song that Mamboa played on his golden harp long ago. I am quite familiar with this piece; Mamboa played it, the Elf King hummed it himself, and I hummed it myself back then. Now I am playing it again.
The melodious sound of a flute drifted out, and just a few seconds later, wisps of thick white smoke appeared from nowhere. The guards chasing me and the maids were stunned for a moment. In those few seconds of stunned silence, the white smoke enveloped them. Then, they saw something and let out a terrible scream, frantically trying to escape. But after only a few steps, they collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died.
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