He didn't want to kill Zhong Zhiling, never. What he wanted was to control him. To manipulate him, to make him completely submit, to be completely submissive to him. But if Zhong Zhiling insisted on doing it his own way...
"Si Yao," Zhong Zhiheng turned around and looked at the portrait of the woman on the wall. His voice was gentle but sarcastic, "Send a dream to the seventh brother, and ask him not to force me... to kill my relatives for the sake of justice."
"Your Majesty." Zhao Ruhai came in with a curtain, followed by a great magician. Zhao Ruhai walked in front of Zhong Zhiheng and bowed to report. "Your Majesty. The magician has finished the ritual. Taoist Qingxu said he has something important to report to you in person."
"Xuan." Zhong Zhiheng said in a deep voice.
"I, the poor Taoist Qingxu, greet His Majesty and wish His Majesty the best!" Taoist Qingxu followed Zhao Ruhai in and bowed to Zhong Zhiheng.
"That's enough. Stand up." Zhong Zhiheng said, looking at the Taoist priest Qingxu in front of him, who had white hair and beard and looked like an immortal. He asked, "Is the ritual done?"
"Yes. To answer your Majesty, the ritual has just been completed," said Taoist Qingxu. He carefully said, "Your Majesty, I have discovered something at Concubine Hui's place. It is a matter of great importance, so I have come to report it to your Majesty."
"Please take a seat." Zhong Zhiheng said slowly.
"Yes, I obey your command." Zhao Ruhai hurriedly moved an embroidered cushion over and placed it behind Taoist Qingxu.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Taoist Qingxu said hurriedly, sitting down and speaking respectfully, "As soon as I entered Changchun Palace just now, I found that the yin energy inside was extremely heavy and very strange. I immediately cast a spell to exorcise the evil spirit, but found that there was an undispelled ghost inside. It was because of the ghost that Concubine Hui has been suffering from nightmares these days."
"The ghost that can't be driven away?" Zhong Zhiheng frowned. He always scoffed at the idea of ghosts. At this time, facing the serious face of Taoist Qingxu, he didn't believe it at all, but he still wanted to continue listening. "Tell me whose ghost it is? Why can't it be driven away?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, please allow me to report. The ghost has a knot in his heart that has not been resolved, so he has been lingering in the world of the living and refused to leave. However, the ghost has been there for a long time and does not have much power. He would never dare to get close to ordinary people. It is also because Concubine Hui is pregnant and her body and spirit are not as good as before. That's why the ghost got an opportunity. However, there are many gods guarding the palace, so how could a ghost get in?" Taoist Qingxu frowned, pinched his fingers and muttered something. After a while, he put down his hands, stood up again, knelt on his knees, and then reported to Zhong Zhiheng in fear and trepidation, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for my death sentence."
Zhong Zhiheng said impatiently: "If you have something to say, just say it."
"I wonder if Concubine Hui has ever participated in sacrificial ceremonies since she became pregnant? Or..." At this point, Taoist Qingxu paused, carefully sizing up Zhong Zhiheng's gloomy face, not daring to breathe, and then continued in a low voice, "Or has Concubine Hui ever privately offered sacrifices to someone? That's why she attracted the dead spirits."
Zhong Zhiheng's face looked extremely ugly. He looked at Taoist Qingxu who was kneeling in front of him. The fire in his heart was rising, but a layer of cold sweat had already appeared on his palms.
"Your Highness," Zhong Zhiheng remained silent for a long time, and Zhao Ruhai then reminded him carefully, "Empress Hui started having nightmares after the Qixi Festival."
Zhong Zhiheng knew it very well. He drank two sips of tea, suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and then looked at the Taoist Qingxu again: "What method can be used to get rid of the undead?"
"Your Majesty, as long as the deceased's wish has been fulfilled, he will not stay in the world of the living." Taoist Qingxu said.
"Then how can we know what the wishes of the dead are?" Zhong Zhiheng frowned.
"This poor Taoist doesn't have enough magical power to understand," Taoist Qingxu had a masculine look on his face. As soon as he met Zhong Mingwei's gaze, he shuddered all over and hurriedly said, "I can try my best. Please grant me permission, Your Majesty!"
"Okay, get out of here." Zhong Zhiheng suddenly said in a cold voice.
"Yes, yes, I'll take my leave." Taoist Qingxu bowed and left hurriedly as if he had heard of a general amnesty.
"Your Majesty," Zhao Ruhai refilled Zhong Zhiheng's tea, then stood beside Zhong Zhiheng, hesitant to speak, "Could it be that Empress Zhenxian has some unfulfilled wish, so she borrowed Concubine Hui's body to ask Your Majesty for it?"
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