The Emperor's voice was deep and powerful, each word seemingly forged through countless trials, carrying a weighty significance.
The sound echoed clearly in the outer room of the imperial study, which was so quiet it was almost deathly still.
It seemed to carry an invisible sense of authority and urgency, striking heavily on everyone's hearts, including the emperor's own anxious heart.
Although the emperor spoke in the form of a question, the certainty in his tone was extremely strong.
It was as if he had absolute trust in Yu Ji's abilities and had already made up his mind about her.
If Yu Ji hadn't already prepared a countermeasure, how could she have been so careful to seal that evil spirit within the Crown Prince's body, painstakingly waiting for him to return to the palace to make a judgment?
Behind this must lie a well-thought-out plan and a solid foundation for victory.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the imperial study was so heavy it was almost tangible, and everyone's eyes were unconsciously focused on Yu Ji.
Yu Ji remained calm and composed, as if all the disturbances of the outside world could not shake the peace in her heart, just like a deep pool, without any ripples.
She wore a plain-colored Taoist robe, which resembled flowing moonlight, with a soft and delicate texture.
In this seemingly still space, it appears to be pulled by an invisible, mysterious force, moving without wind.
The Taoist robe swayed gently, making a soft and pleasant rustling sound, as if it were chanting ancient Taoist scriptures, or perhaps telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.
Each sway added to her ethereal and otherworldly charm.
It was as if she were not in the mortal world, but in a misty fairyland, like an immortal who came from ancient mythology, detached from the world and beyond the hustle and bustle of the mortal realm.
Yu Ji bowed slightly, her figure elegant and graceful, like a lotus swaying gently in a breeze.
She slowly cupped her hands in front of her, her movements gentle and steady, displaying the humility and dignified cultivation of Taoism.
Those hands were slender and long, as if they carried the wisdom accumulated over the years.
She slightly raised her head, her gaze clear as a babbling brook, meeting the Emperor's eyes with firmness and composure.
Then, she spoke softly, her voice gentle yet clear and powerful, as if possessing a magic that could penetrate the heart.
The words echoed slowly in the quiet and oppressive imperial study: "Your Majesty, I was able to imprison that heretical soul within Prince Xiao's body entirely thanks to the talisman left behind by Daoist Xuwu."
There are still two talismans left, one of which can make his soul speak and say what he knows.
Her words flowed with confidence and composure like a mountain spring, stirring a ripple of hope in the Emperor's heart.
Upon hearing what Yu Ji said, a sharp and bright light suddenly flashed in Ning Chenyi's deep, abyss-like eyes.
Like a brilliant shooting star streaking across the long night, it instantly illuminated his face, which was slightly gloomy from long-term worries.
"That's wonderful!" These four words echoed repeatedly in his heart, his tone filled with an irrepressible eagerness and anticipation.
These days, his heart seems to be shrouded in a thick gloom, constantly haunted by a chilling mystery.
What kind of evil spirits dare to be so arrogant, repeatedly extending their evil hands to the royal family and wantonly harming his own flesh and blood?
First, the second and fifth princes were struck by an unexpected calamity and found themselves in a life-or-death situation.
Now, even the crown prince, on whom he placed great hopes and regarded as the future pillar of the dynasty, could not escape these thrilling calamities.
My thoughts drifted back to the past, to when my second brother was caught in a perilous calamity, his situation precarious and his life hanging by a thread.
If it weren't for the will of Heaven, the mercy of the heavens, that he was blessed with a gentle, virtuous, intelligent, and courageous queen.
In that critical moment of life and death, she used all her strength to protect him, never abandoning him, and used her frail body to withstand the surging danger.
It is likely that the second prince has already perished in that brutal life-or-death struggle, his soul returning to heaven.
As for the fifth prince, since that mysterious disappearance, he has vanished as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth, with no news of him and no indication of his fate.
Over the years, Ning Chenyi has devoted himself to finding the whereabouts of his fifth brother, sending his most capable ministers and officials everywhere.
They spared no expense in expending countless human, material, and financial resources, leaving no possible clue unexplored.
Every search was like looking for a needle in a haystack, full of hardship and helplessness, but he never gave up and always held onto a glimmer of hope.
Now, there is finally hope of clearing away the fog and finding the whereabouts of the Fifth Prince's body.
How could this not make him anxious and restless, his heart filled with an intense desire for the truth, as if he were about to break free from his cocoon at any moment?
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