Linghu Lan smiled and calmly said, "Your Majesty, I met the Ninth Prince at Master Wang's house in Baihua Town. That day, Master Qi from Baiyun Temple was performing an exorcism at Master Wang's house. Master Wang had six concubines, but they all died mysteriously. After that, ghosts began to haunt his house..."
Linghu Lan looked up and saw that the emperor was listening with great interest, so she continued to tell him everything.
However, she changed the protagonist of the story to Qin Ya, and the ghost that Master Qi of Baiyun Temple was exorcising was changed from herself to Qin Ya.
Her storytelling was vivid and captivating, clearly recounting the grudges within Master Wang's inner quarters, Qin Ya's judgment on the Wang family, and the feud between Baiyun Temple and Qin Ya.
She spoke clearly, her tone was just right, and most importantly, the story itself was captivating enough that everyone held their breath to listen to her.
For a moment, the entire room was completely silent.
Consort Hong gazed at Linghu Lan's rosy lips with her beautiful eyes. When Linghu Lan got to the most vivid part of her story, she couldn't help but reach out and grab the emperor's hand.
The emperor smiled almost imperceptibly, his eyes filled with affection. He gently patted Consort Hong's hand, comforting her.
Linghu Lan was almost finished speaking when she said at the end, "This is how I met His Highness the Ninth Prince."
Having said that, she waited respectfully for the emperor's instructions.
After a while.
The emperor, still feeling a lingering sense of satisfaction after reciting the story, nodded to Linghu Lan, secretly praising her. He thought to himself that this woman possessed a calm and composed demeanor, lacking the petty airs of a country girl, and was no less capable than many of the young ladies in the capital.
He turned his gaze away from Linghu Lan and looked at Li Ye, asking, "So you've experienced so much on your trip to Baiyun Temple. It's truly admirable that you sought medicine for me out of your filial piety."
Li Ye's eyes were full of joy as he pleaded, "Since Father is satisfied, I dare to ask for a reward: please grant me permission to marry."
"Hahaha!" The emperor roared to the sky, looking at Consort Hong and said, "Ye'er has the same charm as I did back then."
Consort Hongfei naturally knew which incident His Majesty was referring to. It was their first encounter at the entrance of the Taoist temple, when he shamelessly pursued her until she returned to secular life and they returned to the capital together. Only then did she realize that he was actually the Emperor.
Even during the countless quiet years in the palace, she would often think of that incident and still feel a sweet warmth in her heart.
Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, their son also brought back a woman from the countryside. The father and son passed on the tradition, and he was naturally happy.
Consort Hong ordered the meal to be served. Linghu Lan and Li Ye sat at the lower end of the table. She had already made quite a splash earlier, so she sat quietly and didn't say another word unless absolutely necessary. In this way, the meal was enjoyed by both the host and guests.
After finishing the meal.
Linghu Lan and Li Ye took their leave.
The emperor, brimming with pride, declared, "I grant it!"
Li Ye's joy was evident, but the emperor shook his head helplessly. His son was just like him in every way, except that he was too soft-hearted and kind, just like Consort Hong. He was afraid that he would not be able to bring himself to kill anyone in the future.
If he can be ruthless, what does it matter if the throne is passed to him in the future?
But on second thought, this mother and son are clearly immortal beings, only wishing to live a peaceful and secluded life. If they were to truly fight, they would not be themselves.
Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt enlightened.
He waved his hand, signaling the two to leave.
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