The servant muttered to himself, "You can only blame your bad luck. My wife and I carefully selected this place, and no one has ever run into us before. But you're the one who happened to be here today. It seems your fate has run out. You can't blame me for this."
Qiu Xiang struggled frantically in the water, but the servant was intent on killing her and was extremely strong. After struggling for a few moments, Qiu Xiang could no longer break free.
The servant clapped his hands and threw Qiu Xiang into the water.
Only then did he turn around and hurriedly go to find Tu Sanniang, who had already taken countless lives.
Seeing the servant kill someone, they were not afraid. The two exchanged their lines and hurriedly dispersed.
That night.
Linghu Lan was lying in bed.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the door open.
She got up and saw a figure standing at the door, swaying back and forth, looking particularly eerie.
Water was dripping from his body.
Linghu Lan sat up in bed, put on a robe, got out of bed, and walked towards the door.
Only when they got closer did they realize that the person standing at the door was Qiu Xiang. She was soaked to the bone, and her eyes were filled with resentment and sorrow as she looked at the ground. She seemed to have suffered a great shock.
Linghu Lan was taken aback when she saw this. Was this the great calamity that Qin Ya had mentioned for Qiu Xiang? What had she just experienced? She wondered if those lucky charms had protected her from this disaster.
She gently took Qiu Xiang's hand, patted her back, and said softly, "Come in and let's talk!"
Qiu Xiang followed Linghu Lan in, feeling dazed, and sat down in a chair.
Linghu Lan got her a change of clothes, but Qiu Xiang was stunned and didn't even know to change herself. The clothes she held in her hands were instead soaked by the water droplets on her body.
Linghu Lan looked closely at her face; her expression was as if she had lost her soul.
She dried Qiu Xiang's long hair with a handkerchief and changed Qiu Xiang's clothes. Qiu Xiang was like a wooden doll, letting her do as she pleased.
Finally, Linghu Lan settled her on the bed, gently patted her shoulder, and coaxed her to sleep before sitting down at the table. She took a sip of water and said to the door, "Now that you're here, why are you hiding and refusing to see anyone?"
A soft laugh came from the air, and Qin Ya floated in from outside the door. She bowed and looked at Linghu Lan with a smile, saying, "Miss takes such good care of her maid. I wonder if the Ninth Prince will be jealous if he sees this!"
Li Ye?
The innocent and adorable face that flashed through Linghu Lan's mind—he would naturally be jealous if he knew...
No matter what form Mo Tang takes, she remains domineering and extremely jealous at heart.
Linghu Lan didn't answer, but seeing her radiant spirit, as if she were bathed in divine light, she laughed and said, "You've only been gone for a day, how come you're back so soon?"
"I have not failed you in your trust, young lady; the matter has been accomplished!"
"Congratulations! It seems you've been promoted in the underworld?"
"I must thank you for your guidance, young lady. It is thanks to you that I have such good fortune today. I have been granted a title in the Ghost Palace, which will be enough for me to live in peace in the Ghost Realm. If I wish to be reborn as a human in the future, I can be reborn into the mansion of a king or nobleman, which is much better than being an ordinary ghost with no roots or foundation."
Qin Ya smoothed her hair, looking radiant and refreshed, all traces of her dejection and frustration from her time in the mortal realm gone.
Linghu Lan's lips twitched slightly, unconvinced. "You've had this good fortune because you've done good deeds for hundreds of years. I'm just adding to your good fortune, not helping you in your time of need. Besides, I also need your help, so it's nothing!"
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