Chapter 7: Crying at night
"The imperial physician said that the little... the little princess's condition is extremely critical. If there is no way to reduce the fever, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
She didn't dare to say any more, but the crying voice struck everyone's heart.
Su Tan's face suddenly tensed.
Lu Zhiheng didn't say a word, but his steps seemed messy. He and Su Tan were standing side by side just now, but now they were far apart.
Su Tan quickened his pace, leaving behind a pair of hurried footprints in the snow.
Before Song Tingchen could even tell her to stop showing off, all he could see was a blurry green cloak.
Song Tingchen's face was as cold as frost, and the next moment, his figure was a long distance away from Liu Qingyin.
Liu Qingyin pinched her cloak with her nails, almost unable to control the ferocity on her face.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Brother Song, wait for me!"
Song Tingchen did not stop. He did not hear Liu Qingyin's soft and fragile call. His eyes were fixed on Su Tan.
He did not miss the flash of worry in Su Tan's eyes just now.
There was a piece of snow on the tip of Song Tingchen's eyebrow, and the wind melted it, and it seemed that his mood also became a little cold.
It turns out that Su Tan has become extremely extreme, heartless, cruel and indifferent since his family members died on the battlefield.
When she heard that a child was sick, she would worry and be anxious.
Then why could she just leave Xiaoxiao, who had been weak since childhood, without a care in the world and turn around and leave?
Song Tingchen exuded a low aura. When he arrived at Princess Zhaoyang's courtyard, the door of the princess's house was already closed.
All the servants and maids serving in the yard have been removed.
There was only a group of guards, with cold gleams on their swords, guarding the door tightly, unwilling to let even a fly out.
There was a faint stench in the air, and even the smell of blood came from the house.
Song Tingchen's expression suddenly turned cold, his black eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
As a battle-hardened general, his perception of danger far surpasses that of others, and his sensitivity to the smell of blood is also different from that of others.
No—to be precise, it wasn't the smell of blood.
But it's the smell of rust after the blood has dried in the wind.
However, the guard at the gate still had an expression as cold as black iron, and seemed not to have smelled the unpleasant smell.
Song Tingchen's eyes darkened.
The guards of Prince Chen's Mansion are certainly not some drunkards, but why would they smell such a strong and clear smell of blood - "Wow -"
A sharp cry pierced the silent night sky.
The guard at the gate's face suddenly changed.
This is not the cry of the little princess!
"Brother Song, why...why didn't you wait for me?"
Liu Qingyin was panting, leaning weakly against the wall, with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
Song Tingchen frowned tightly, not wanting to answer, his eyes fixed on the closed door.
Liu Qingyin's eyes darkened and she looked in the direction he was looking.
That woman Su Tan is inside.
Liu Qingyin subconsciously clenched her palms.
…
"Su Tan, be careful!"
Lu Zhiheng held his daughter in his arms. Princess Zhaoyang had just fallen asleep, and her forehead was still burning hot.
The doors and windows in the house were closed, the candles were not moving, and a strong stench filled the air. A red, baby-like thing opened its mouth, revealing sharp white teeth, and its bulging eyes stared at Su Tan.
"Bad woman, go away!"
"Don't disturb me and my sister playing!"
"Don't take my sister away! My sister is mine!"
Su Tan held a long sword, and under the candlelight, the tip of the sword flashed with a cold light.
She slowly raised her sword and looked at the Night Crying Ghost in front of her with an expressionless face.
"Humans and ghosts are different, you two can't be playmates."
The night-crying ghost's long umbilical cord was wrapped around its neck and limbs, and the foul odor on its body penetrated people's noses. It sharpened its sharp teeth and turned its head to pounce on Princess Zhaoyang in Lu Zhiheng's arms.
My sister is it!
It wants to play with its sister!
Lu Zhiheng's eyes flashed, and he turned sideways to protect his daughter. The jade pendant on his waist burst into golden light, and the Night Crying Ghost was bounced away, leaving a cut on his hand, and the wound continued to ooze green juice.
"I'm going to kill you!"
"You are all bad people!"
"They are all bastards who stole my sister!"
The sharp and piercing sound of the night-crying ghost seems to pierce people's eardrums.
It pounced towards Su Tan. Su Tan's eyes were slightly cold. He held the sword in his left hand, and a faint golden light emanated from the fingertips of his right hand. He drew a talisman in the air, "Press the Five Mountains, let the Eight Seas know, the Demon King bows his head, and guards my Xuan. Set!"
“Wow—”
The Night Crying Ghost was unable to move, its bulging eyes flashing red. It wanted to bite off the restraints on its body, but its limbs were completely out of control and it could only let out bursts of sharp cries.
Princess Zhaoyang, who had fallen into a deep sleep, was awakened by the howling. She opened her round grape-like eyes and stared at everything in the room without blinking.
Su Tan held the sword, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Night Crying Ghost, his brows furrowed, "Why are you pestering the princess?"
If it were any other ghost, she would have probably just drawn her sword and killed it, but this Night Crying Ghost had not made any big mistake. It should be said that it had not yet had time to make a big mistake.
"younger sister!"
"She's my sister!"
The Night Crying Ghost opened its mouth and cried louder and louder. It was originally the reincarnation of a child who died in infancy and did not have much intelligence. When it saw that Princess Zhaoyang was pretty, it believed from the bottom of its heart that she was its sister.
It's its playmate.
"You are a bad woman!"
"I'm going to bite you to death!"
"Bad woman, bullying my mother and my sister, bad!"
Su Tan stared at her, and for a moment, she felt both amused and helpless. It seemed that she just couldn't stand the word "bad woman".
Her own son said she was a bad woman.
The night-crying ghost she met now also said that she was a bad woman.
"I have never bullied your mother or your sister. Children shouldn't talk nonsense."
She glanced at the Night Crying Ghost, put away her sword, and took out a calming talisman from her sachet. She handed it to Lu Zhiheng and motioned him to put it into Princess Zhaoyang's small pocket.
Princess Zhaoyang opened her big round eyes, clapped her little hands in a disorderly manner, and laughed babblingly.
"Sister Su Fairy——"
The little princess pouted and looked at the night-crying ghost. Her face suddenly became serious. "Sister is not a bad woman, she is a fairy!"
"I won't mess with Niwan!"
Lu Zhiheng's forehead twitched wildly, and he immediately freed one hand to cover the little girl's eyes.
"Don't look at it randomly. It's a child's ghost. If you look at it at night, you will have nightmares."
When the night-crying ghost heard that the little princess ignored it, it let out a wailing cry and cried very miserably.
Su Tan looked over and it didn't dare to cry anymore, but just sobbed quietly.
Seeing that she was about to call her a bad woman again, Lu Zhiheng held the princess in his arms and glanced at the little devil with an expressionless face.
"You just said that beautiful women are bad women who bully your mother and your sister?"
The ghost of Ye Ku trembled, looked cautiously at the jade pendant he was wearing, and lowered his head.
"I also have this jade."
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