Little Fatty grinned after hearing Zhao Shu's words, but the smile was anything but beautiful; instead, it was chilling. Huo Baichuan thought for a moment, then splashed the liquid cinnabar from the jar, turning a large patch of white on the ground red.
The moment the chubby boy put on the white clothes, his entire aura changed. A gentle breeze blew around him, lightly stirring his white clothes and the hair hanging down his face, creating an indescribably terrifying sight. If Green Ivy saw him, she would definitely faint from fright.
Zhao Shu admired her own craftsmanship as if it were a work of art. She didn't do makeup often, and her skills weren't as good as Ajiu's, but it was the middle of the night, so she didn't strive for perfection.
"Go ahead." He patted the chubby boy's arm, his face full of anticipation.
"Yes, sir." Little Fatty nodded, leaped over the wall, and then crouched down to avoid the sentries arranged by Prince Duan, successfully reaching the house with the lights on.
Through the half-open window, one could see Consort Zhang reclining on the chaise longue, holding a book in her hand, while Ruyi was adjusting the lamp wick beside her.
"Consort, rest now. I'm afraid the Prince won't be coming back." Ruyi felt sorry for her consort. Ever since she came to Prince Yong's residence, the Prince had changed. He often hadn't returned until late at night. If they were still in Prince Duan's residence, he would never have acted like this.
Consort Zhang turned a page, rubbed her temples with her well-maintained hands, and said leisurely, "Has the neon lights gone?"
"Princess, you've rested. Consort Zhang, let me help you to rest." She said, reaching for the book in Consort Zhang's hand. But out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the half-open window and her heart skipped a beat. "Ah!" she cried out in surprise. Her hand, which was about to take the book, pointed straight at the window, her face filled with terror.
Consort Zhang was startled by her. "What are you doing, making such a fuss!" she scolded. Following Ruyi's hand, she saw a person with black hair and white clothes standing by the window. The white clothes were stained with large patches of blood, and the long, flowing hair covered the face, making it impossible to see clearly. As if the heavens wanted to make it clear, a gust of cold wind blew, and the white figure's hair and clothes fluttered.
Suddenly, the white figure reached out, its hand stained with bright red blood. "Give me back my life..." The voice was hoarse, as if in extreme pain.
"Ah!" Consort Zhang screamed in terror, hiding behind Ruyi. However, Ruyi herself was also terrified, her heart pounding. The two of them retreated step by step, not even feeling the pain when they bumped into the tables and chairs.
As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly; the lamp, which was already flickering, suddenly went out.
The half-closed window suddenly swung open with a "bang." No one had touched it before. In a panic, Consort Zhang pushed Ruyi away, purely out of self-preservation. Ruyi resisted fiercely and fell to the ground after being pushed by Consort Zhang. However, when she looked up, the white figure by the bed was gone. Everything just now seemed like a dream. Only the open window told her that she had really seen something unclean.
But the concubine was so cruel that she pushed her away.
After hearing a few screams, Zhao Shu yawned, feeling sleepy. She was about to go back to rest when she turned around and saw Zhi Hai standing to the side like a ghost, even scarier than the chubby boy in makeup. She was really startled.
"Princess, you should go back now." Zhi Hai's icy voice turned the gentle breeze into a cold wind. Zhao Shu pulled her sleeves tighter; autumn had arrived, and the weather was getting cooler.
Nodding, Zhao Shu said, "Yes, I understand." She took a few steps and suddenly realized that the singing had stopped.
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