During the day, Mo Linyuan instructed the servants in the mansion not to leave their rooms until nightfall, which made the huge Regent's Mansion seem somewhat eerie at night.
The night was dark and deserted, like a haunted house.
What Feng Qingge needed to do was to summon the princess's soul, send it away if possible, and otherwise scatter it away.
In the backyard, on a large open space, only five people stood; otherwise, there was only thick darkness, so dark that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.
Feng Qingge held a yellow paper talisman in one hand, on which the princess's birth date and time were written in cinnabar, and a piece of black cloth in the other hand. Under the gaze of everyone, she took a few steps forward, then bent down and squatted down, spreading the black cloth on the ground, and then placing the yellow paper talisman on the black cloth.
She then took the peach wood sword handed to her by Qi Quan, and with a forceful twist of her wrist, she plunged the sword into the ground, piercing through the yellow paper talisman and black cloth, demonstrating the immense force she used.
Originally, the ritual of summoning a soul required a handful of soil from the grave as a catalyst, but this was decided on the spot, and since the Prince of Anqing's fiefdom was thousands of miles away and it was impossible to go there immediately, the birth date and time could be used instead, although it was not as effective as the soil from the grave.
Mo Linyuan watched the busy master and servant in front of him without saying a word. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that this usually纨绔 (spoiled brat) third young master of the Feng family would have such abilities?
"Alright." Suddenly, Feng Qingge spoke up, and then she and Qi Quan slowly retreated from the open space where they had been standing.
The two stepped back, and Mo Linyuan, Hei Ming, and the butler were able to see what was in front of them clearly.
It turned out that the area around the talisman and black cloth pierced by the peach wood sword was actually marked with a Bagua formation.
The three were somewhat surprised, but since they didn't understand this industry, they didn't say much.
However, not understanding doesn't mean Mo Linyuan won't ask. "What is this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
If Feng Qingge were to do this, it would seem wicked, but when Mo Linyuan does it, it appears even more domineering, and his cold and aloof demeanor is truly handsome.
"What? Even Your Highness has moments of curiosity?" Feng Qingge stood beside Mo Linyuan, glanced up at him, and teased.
Feng Qingge is about 1.7 meters tall, which is not short, but standing next to Mo Linyuan, she looks like a dwarf, appearing extremely petite.
Mo Linyuan remained silent, merely looking at her indifferently, his expressionless gaze sending a chill through her.
"A talisman and a black cloth are all that's needed to summon the soul. The peach wood sword is just to prevent her from escaping." Feng Qingge paused here, then glanced at the man who was like an iceberg that never melts. If the female ghost hadn't run away at the sight of him, she wouldn't have needed to prepare so much.
Then she added, "This Bagua formation is quite extraordinary. I developed it myself. If there are ghosts standing inside the formation, ordinary people can see them too."
Mo Linyuan turned to look at her smug expression, nodded, and said nothing.
Even though he didn't say anything, Feng Qingge could tell that he recognized her abilities.
"How about that? Isn't it amazing?" She raised her eyebrows and smiled, her pink lips curving upwards. She did this so that ordinary people like them could see it.
But after she finished speaking, Mo Linyuan remained silent. Instead, the butler spoke up, "The Third Young Master's cultivation is indeed high."
The steward was overjoyed. At first, he had worried whether the Third Young Master Feng, who was usually the subject of gossip, could handle the job. Now it seemed that he had been blind to his abilities.
"Hmph, that's right." His face was full of smugness, his smile was beaming, and even his phoenix eyes narrowed.
"Let's begin." Clearly, Mo Linyuan didn't want to hear her smug self-talk; his eyebrows twitched slightly as he urged her on.
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