However, they searched the entire Lin'an Prefecture but couldn't find the person, so they probably had to search in other areas.
But they insist on following the rules of the underworld. Other ghosts will handle things elsewhere; it's not their turn.
That day, the leader of the ghost cultivators lifted their confinement order. He said the person had been found and was in the capital, so they, these little ghosts, were no longer needed for the time being.
The father and son were overjoyed and decided to leave the ungrateful wretch behind and go to the capital to find their family.
They bid farewell to the old ghost, saying that the grudges in the mortal world were not yet settled and that they were going to seek revenge.
The ghost leader patted them on the shoulder with great respect and said earnestly:
“Not bad, not bad… I’ve seen all your efforts these past few days. Although they haven’t been very useful, your attitude is commendable. …Once you leave Lin’an Prefecture, you’ll have to rely on yourselves for everything. Come back quickly after you’ve taken your revenge, or you’ll get killed by those exorcists.”
The father and son, filled with gratitude, bid each other a deep farewell.
This ghost leader was actually quite nice; he kept teaching them how to be ghosts, and could be considered their ghost mentor.
Once they've settled their worldly affairs, they're willing to come back and serve as his subordinates.
I will dedicate myself to cultivation and strive to become stronger. I hope to secure a position in the underworld to protect my family above…
Full of conviction, the two ghosts hurried towards the capital under cover of darkness.
...
In the remote mountains, Yu Shuang stretched and prepared to head to the capital.
She had received a message from the ghost messenger that those people were in the capital.
The itinerant fortune teller's real name was Jiang Daoren. A few days ago, he suddenly appeared in the capital and set up a fortune-telling stall, calling himself a divine fortune teller, and he was quite capable.
He resolved the issue of a minister's wife being possessed by an evil spirit and was given an official position in the Imperial Observatory.
Meanwhile, Hu Fengjiao and her daughter ran a rouge shop in Beijing and lived a very comfortable life.
Strangely enough, Yu Weiwei, whose lifespan was nearly over and who had even been summoned by ghost messengers, somehow managed to become lively and energetic again.
The underworld officials are not allowed to interfere in matters of the living world.
The details will naturally come down after those people die and are taken back to the underworld to be judged by the judge.
Yu Shuang certainly knew roughly what was going on.
She had previously researched that heaven-defying life-borrowing technique, and it wasn't limited to blood relations; the only condition was that the other party was willing to cooperate.
I bet those guys tricked some unlucky soul into lending them their life.
...
The Imperial Palace in the capital.
The Imperial Concubine was diagnosed with pregnancy, and the middle-aged emperor was overjoyed to have a son in his old age.
A highly virtuous monk praised the pregnancy as exceptionally auspicious, stating that it was a very lucky omen from any perspective.
May your life be smooth, prosperous, healthy, and free from worries, and may you enjoy a long and blessed life.
The old monk had lived for a hundred years, and this was the first time he had ever seen such a blessed and prosperous life.
No one dared to doubt the words of the former abbot of Huaguang Temple.
His mouth is blessed; there's nothing he can't say.
The emperor was overjoyed and donated a golden statue of Buddha to Huaguang Temple.
No wonder he feels his luck has inexplicably improved recently, and things are going much more smoothly for him.
Whether in the imperial court or the harem, some troubles inexplicably disappeared.
So it turns out I have a lucky star... Hahaha...
After that, every morning after the emperor's court session, he would always go to the palace of the Imperial Concubine for a short while to soak up some of the good fortune in her womb.
The Imperial Concubine also noticed the recent changes in herself; it seemed that her luck had improved.
She inexplicably dodged several petty schemes in the power struggles within the imperial harem.
She lovingly touched her belly; it really was carrying a little lucky star…
As is widely known, the Empress had no children and spent her life in quiet contemplation of Buddhism.
The Imperial Concubine has two sons. The fourth prince is the Crown Prince, and the ninth prince is exceptionally intelligent. He can read and write at the age of three, compose poems at the age of five, and was granted the title of Prince at the age of fifteen, enjoying the highest honors and favors.
It's obvious to anyone with eyes that the throne will ultimately go to one of these two.
In any case, the Imperial Concubine is the ultimate winner.
Some people in the central government have already taken sides.
Unfortunately, despite having excellent qualities, Prince Rui had no ambition to seize the throne and often indulged in the pleasures of nature, living a dissolute life.
He was on friendly terms with His Highness the Crown Prince.
Even when faced with numerous provocations, one can remain steadfast.
At this moment, Prince Rui was curiously examining his mother's belly.
I am really looking forward to the birth of this little life and I promise to take it to travel all over the world to see beautiful mountains and rivers after it is born.
The Imperial Concubine shook her head and chuckled.
How do you know it will enjoy traveling and sightseeing?
The young man's handsome face was filled with determination.
"Then whatever it likes in the future, I, as its older brother, will take it to do."
“You have quite a few younger siblings, why don’t you care about them as much?”
The boy looked serious.
“The brothers and sisters born to the same mother are naturally closer or less close than other brothers and sisters.”
The Imperial Concubine smiled with satisfaction.
He truly is my son.
...
In the backyard of a rouge shop on West Street in the capital.
An elderly couple is drinking tea.
The woman, with a beautiful face and still retaining her charm, asked casually:
"You saw the Imperial Concubine today, did you get a good look at the child in her womb? Is it as precious as the rumors say?"
The man remained calm and composed, displaying the demeanor of a superior person, and nodded slightly.
"The old monk didn't exaggerate at all. I've never seen such an auspicious fate before; it's many times better than that child's fate back then."
The woman's eyes darted around.
"Such good fortune, it's all deserved by our Weiwei..."
The man paused slightly, his hand holding the teacup, his eyes turning colder as he stared at the woman and warned:
"Having borrowed life twice, your daughter is now entitled to a life of luxury and wealth. And you're still not satisfied?!... Do you know the immense backlash I suffer each time I use such a heaven-defying secret technique? How long does it take for me to recover?...
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