The front yard was in complete chaos. There were too many injured guests, and servants and maids were busy rescuing people and calling for doctors. What was originally a joyous banquet was now filled with cries of pain.
Luo Lin didn't even have time for the wedding ceremony; he hurriedly took care of the wounded first. After all, the guests were either his colleagues or their families, and this incident would only bring him more trouble later.
But the matter was not over yet. When the bride was sent to the bridal chamber to avoid the storm, the bridal chamber suddenly collapsed into ruins, which frightened everyone. The maidservant hurriedly led the bride away and thankfully they were not hurt.
Meanwhile, some of the people who were placed in the inner hall suffered again.
Looking at the numerous large craters on the floor of the inner hall, Luo Lin's anger had completely consumed his reason.
He absolutely had to find out who it was!
"My lord, something terrible has happened! The bride has been taken away by the Prime Minister's men!"
Luo Lin grabbed the collar of the servant who came to report: "What did you say? When?"
"Just now, the person left..."
Before the servant could finish speaking, Luo Lin pushed through the chaotic crowd and arrived at the gate of the Zhuangyuan Mansion, only to see the dust kicked up by the departing carriages.
Damn it!
Luo Lin slammed his fist on the door, but unfortunately he didn't have the energy to arrest anyone or settle scores right now; he had to deal with the matter at hand.
Bai Hao and the others left after hearing the commotion in the courtyard. By the time the bride, Song Huiru, was taken back to the Prime Minister's residence, they had been waiting for a long time.
Such a thing happening on the wedding day has caused unease in the Prime Minister's residence. They have to settle the guests who are having the banquet at home, and they also have to send people to help Luo Lin with his affairs.
So after Song Huiru was sent back to her room, everyone else went about their business, and not even a maid was left to watch over her. Today was truly chaotic.
Once the courtyard was quiet, the group of people who had been hiding in the concealment array set up by Bai Hao, who had been leaning against the wall, came out.
Upon hearing the person leave, Song Huiru, who had been sent back to her boudoir, lifted her veil and wept, leaning over the table.
She never imagined that her wedding day would be so humiliating, so disgraceful, leaving her with nothing but heartbreak and despair.
"Squeak—" The door to the boudoir was pushed open, and Song Huiru looked up at the doorway with teary eyes. Four men and two children walked in brazenly.
Song Huiru stood up in a panic: "Who are you?! Who let you in! Someone!"
Bai Hao: "Do you want to repeat the same mistake?"
Song Huiru: "Wh...what? Who exactly are you?"
Bai Hao: "You didn't know Zhu Zhenghe has a wife, did you?"
Song Huiru was stunned upon hearing this: "No, impossible! He said he has never been married! I, I don't believe you!"
Bai Hao: "You imprisoned Zhao Wan's soul in the Moon Goddess Temple and turned the temple keeper into a human skin, so that he could torture and humiliate Zhao Wan every day. But this still cannot satisfy your hatred, because there is someone who deserves to die even more and you have been unable to find him. Now that you have finally found him, are you going to die at his hands again?"
Bai Hao's words were like a stone breaking the ice. Song Huiru, who was originally confused, seemed to suddenly remember something. She frantically grabbed her hair and messed it up, causing her gold hairpin to fall to the ground.
Qin Nan looked at the beautiful bride for only a moment before her rosy complexion faded, her skin turned deathly pale, and her nails became blood red and sharp.
A red silk cloth climbed up her cheeks, wrapped around her eyes, and her pert nose was neatly cut in half, leaving it terrifyingly empty.
Her thin, cherry-red lips were now stained black, and the cotton thread sewn into her flesh was dyed red.
The word "prostitute" was branded on her smooth forehead, her cheeks were burned and exposed, and her fair neck was covered with layers of rope marks.
The hands that were gripping her hair were covered with deep wounds. Her wrists and forearms, exposed when she lifted them, bore whip marks, burn marks, and purplish-black marks from ropes and other constrictions.
Qin Nan dared not look any longer and turned his head away. When he obtained half of the jade pendant, he had some very brief and scattered images. Although they flashed by, he could still tell that the scene was in a dark and damp prison cell.
Li You couldn't bear to watch either, so she turned her head away.
Frustrated, Shan You scratched his frizzy red hair. He wasn't good at dealing with this kind of thing. Although he instinctively wanted to call her stupid, after experiencing a lot in life, he knew that this kind of thing had nothing to do with being smart or stupid. It was just that he was in love, but unfortunately, he had entrusted his feelings to the wrong person.
Qiong Ruiheng blinked, secretly glancing at Qin Nan's reaction, forcefully suppressing the instinctive throbbing in his heart. He knew Qin Nan was a good person, and if he didn't want to be disliked, he couldn't show liking or admiration for a villain!
Jiang Jiang, who was usually quiet, sat up in Li You's arms and rubbed her cheek against Li You's.
Jiang Jiang: "If you're sad, eat it."
Upon hearing this, Li You gave Jiang Jiang's bald head a light slap.
Tanuki Yu: [Eat my ass! Don't eat! Be careful you don't get kidnapped by bad guys! If you get kidnapped and your contract is broken, even your dad can't save you!]
Jiang Jiang lowered her head in grievance and nestled back onto Li You's shoulder, closing her eyes to sleep.
After revealing her true form and transforming into a vengeful ghost, Song Huiru gradually calmed down.
Her hair ornaments had all come loose and fallen off. She sat in front of the dressing table, picked up a comb and slowly combed her hair. Her face was reflected in the polished bronze mirror.
Looking at the long hair that trailed on the ground, Qin Nan couldn't help but look up at the bronze mirror. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he seemed to see Song Huiru's sewn-on lips slightly parted and gently raised.
In a daze, Qin Nan felt her body lighten, but when she realized something was wrong and tried to grab Bai Hao's clothes, she found that she couldn't move.
His eyelids felt very heavy, and before they closed, he saw Bai Hao pull him into his arms.
Before the others could react, Bai Hao had already caught the unconscious Qin Nan in his arms.
Song Huiru, standing in front of the dressing mirror, broke through the window and escaped.
Bai Hao raised his hand and touched Qin Nan's brow. Silver light dust spread all over his body. Qin Nan unconsciously opened his mouth, and a black ghostly aura was dispelled.
A short while later, Qin Nan woke up groggily, clutching her head.
Qin Nan: "What just happened? I only glanced at her..."
Bai Hao: "It's a kind of ghost technique. She was originally a Rakshasa, capable of repairing her condition before death. However, at the Moon Goddess Temple, you destroyed half of her cultivation. Now her strength has greatly diminished, and she can no longer conceal her dying face. Therefore, she harbors some resentment towards you."
Qin Nan: "..."
He's the owner! Those things are his!
Tanuki Yu: "Should we chase after that ghost?"
Bai Hao: "No need. Her hatred needs to be repaid in blood, but once the hatred dissipates, she will also disappear. That person will not agree to that, after all, Song Huiru is the strongest ghost he has created."
It was thanks to her that that person obtained the painting of this mirage ghost city.
To allow Song Huiru to accumulate resentment and mend her lost power, that person orchestrated this scheme, intending for Song Huiru to relive everything from her past life, from being deceived by a faithless man to being falsely accused, imprisoned, tortured, and ultimately killed.
Qin Nan: "This... is far too cruel!"
Li You nodded in agreement. Living in an endless, repetitive nightmare from which one cannot wake up is truly an extremely cruel thing!
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