Qin Youming?
Qi Wuhe's eyes widened.
That was a great general from the previous dynasty, a man of great renown, a figure recorded in history. I never imagined that his descendants would still be living here.
Qi Wuhe had always known that there were ghosts in that desolate, deserted grave, but since the ghosts hadn't caused any trouble, he hadn't paid any attention to it.
If he had known earlier that this ghost had cultivated to such a level of skill and power, he would have gone to pay her a visit long ago, instead of waiting until today to encounter her under the Ninth Prince's nose. This female ghost recognizes the demoness and the Ninth Prince, so she will probably be difficult to deal with in the future. However, since she is going to report to the underworld, that is Yama's business and has nothing to do with him. He will just ignore it from now on.
Having thought this through, I calmed down and said, "I have long admired General Qin's reputation. Since you are a descendant of General Qin and the Ninth Prince's prime minister, I will not stop you. Please, young lady!"
Qin Ya smiled slightly, urged the image to move, bowed, and floated towards the gate tower.
Li Ye was extremely excited upon seeing this. "That's your friend? You're amazing!"
"Aren't you afraid?" Linghu Lan looked at Li Ye with a smile on her lips.
Li Ye took her hand, laughing brightly and cheerfully. "I'm not afraid of your friends."
Qin Ya went up to the gate tower and hurriedly urged the animated image to bow.
She knew that this was the son of the current emperor, who was under the influence of the nation's fortune, and that she, a wandering ghost, could not offend him. Moreover, she needed Li Ye's help to build the temple, so her attitude was naturally very friendly.
Linghu Lan looked at the portrait with a smile. "Tell the Ninth Prince everything you want to know: what kind of temple you want to build, what kind of merit you want to accumulate, and what your life story is like!"
Qin Ya was overjoyed and bowed solemnly to Linghu Lan. She was very glad that she had agreed to her request that day, because that's why she had these benefits. Otherwise, even if she got an official position in the underworld and had temples to worship her, it would still be different from not having a temple.
After bowing, she quietly began to tell Li Ye about her life.
Her voice was soft and gentle, possessing a natural feminine charm that made it exceptionally pleasant to listen to.
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I am the daughter of Qin Youming, a general of the previous dynasty.
My father held a high-ranking official position, was highly regarded by His Majesty, and respected by his colleagues. Yet, he was not greedy for power. Upon returning from battle, he handed over the tiger tally and opened his doors for banquets during the day, living a clean and honest life.
Although I was born into a family of military officers, I was taught traditional female education.
My parents had high hopes that I would marry a good man, so they carefully selected Wen Qian, the top scholar in the imperial examination.
A gentleman is modest and refined, gentle and gentle as jade.
That's what I initially thought of the name.
Three months into their marriage, he would sometimes gaze at the moon and sigh, and sometimes feel sorrow in the wind.
I asked him several times, "What's wrong with you?"
He always said, "It's nothing, the court infighting is just sad."
I have some doubts. Although the imperial court is right in front of us, he is not qualified to participate in its affairs.
However, it's always good for a man to have ambitions. Besides, he was the top scholar in the imperial examination, so it's normal for him to have high aspirations.
I consoled myself with this thought, and also made excuses for him.
Until that day, he shed tears over a bowl of chicken soup.
I said, "What's wrong with you? I'm your wife. When husband and wife are of one mind, their strength can break metal. What can't you tell me?"
Seeing that I was pressing him for answers, he had no choice but to say that he was thinking of his elderly mother at home, whose chicken soup tasted just like that, and he was moved to tears.
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