Chapter 39 Miao Relic—Purple Ghost Ring?
Lan Xiyue glanced down at the ring on her left index finger without leaving a trace, feeling mixed emotions.
"System, the sacred object the Miao people are looking for is the Ziyou Ring. Is it too dangerous for me to wear it?"
The system sounded in her mind, its voice calm and mechanical: "Host, as long as your body is not dead or has left this world, the Ziyou Ring cannot be removed. It is connected to your soul and has become a part of your life."
Lan Xiyue couldn't help but curse upon hearing this, "That's too bad! If the Miao people knew I was wearing the relics of their former Miao king, they would hunt me down for eternity! How could I still happily wander around in this world? Besides, the sound of relics of the former Miao king is so disgusting."
The system seemed to sense her dissatisfaction and explained, "Host, the Purple Ghost Ring is a medium for traveling through time and space. It has experienced countless masters. Host, please don't feel disgusted. If it weren't for it, the host wouldn't have lived a life again. Everyone who owns the Purple Ghost Ring has had an extraordinary experience."
Lan Xiyue felt a little relieved after hearing this. "So, I'm still the lucky one? But, system, this Ziyou ring has been around for so long, why is the space empty? Shouldn't there be countless treasures?"
The system was silent for a moment, as if considering how to respond. "As long as the Purple Ghost Ring space is activated, it should contain the property left behind by previous travelers. Unless, after the person died, everything in the Purple Ghost Ring space was moved out of the space, or they didn't store anything in the Purple Ghost Ring space, it wouldn't be empty."
Lan Xiyue felt a sense of loss. "It seems that the previous Miao king who gave me this ring was either a poor fellow or an extremely cautious person. He left nothing behind."
"However," Lan Xiyue changed the subject, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes, "The former Miao King died only a short time ago. How did this ring appear in modern times and become a legacy passed down from generation to generation by successive kings of the British Federation?"
System: "It's just a difference in time and space. The Ziyou Ring has the ability to travel through time and space. It may have been brought to the present day by some force at some point in time. After the death of the Miaojiang King, the loss of the ring was also due to fate. As for why it became an heirloom of the British King, it is even more unknown. Perhaps, a British King accidentally obtained this ring, saw its extraordinaryness, and regarded it as a national treasure, passing it down from generation to generation."
An Er's voice was low and weak. "When I was about to leave, I was accidentally discovered by them. A fight ensued. They were numerous and had poison. I knew it was not advisable to fight for a long time, so I found the right moment to escape. However, when I hurried back to report to my master, I suddenly lost consciousness."
Yao Lao said in a deep voice, "An Er, you must have been poisoned when you were fighting them. It didn't take effect immediately, but lay dormant in your body, waiting for you to return to the palace, exhausted and utterly broken out. Fortunately, it took effect only after you returned, otherwise, your life would be in danger!"
Mo Liyuan's face was stern, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth. His voice was as cold as the wind. "Order them to secretly search for the former Miao Relic, the relic of the former Miao King—the Purple Ghost Ring. I want to see what secrets are hidden in this ring that this Miao person went to such great lengths to infiltrate our Dongyao Kingdom's capital to search for."
"yes."
Mo Liyuan's gaze suddenly turned to the side and fell on the dazed Lan Xiyue. Mo Liyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and muttered to himself: What is this woman doing in a daze again?
"Lan Xiyue?"
Lan Xiyue suddenly came back to her senses, "Ah? What's wrong? Why did the prince call me?"
Mo Liyuan looked at her deeply, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Why are you in a daze? Do you know the sacred object of the former Miao King?"
Lan Xiyue cursed inwardly: Is this man testing her, or does he really know everything? You know, the Ziyou Ring, a relic of the former Miao King, is now quietly worn on her finger.
She kept complaining in her heart, but on the surface she looked aggrieved, with a hint of pouting in her voice: "Your Highness, you can't say such things. I haven't even left the capital, let alone the Miaojiang King's sacred object."
Mo Liyuan asked casually because he saw that she was in a daze.
Lan Xiyue touched her stomach and complained coquettishly, "Your Highness, I haven't even had lunch yet. I'm so hungry. After all, I saved your subordinate. Your Highness wouldn't be so stingy as to not give me a meal, right?"
Mo Liyuan's mouth twitched. That scene just now was so disgusting, and she could still eat it? Was she really that magnanimous, or was she just heartless?
"Tell the kitchen to prepare lunch and let Miss Lan have her meal."
Upon hearing this, Lan Xiyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The Ziyou Ring must not be discovered by anyone. She has finally been reborn, and she wants to live a comfortable life instead of running away!
Mo Liyuan strode away, his figure gradually moving away in the courtyard.
Seeing this, Yao Lao hurried forward a few steps, his eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry as he looked at Lan Xiyue. "Miss Lan, who was the origin of that tune you just played? How could it have such miraculous effects, able to cure that strange poison?"
"This is the 'Killing Song', created specifically to wake up the sleeping sleeping Gu." It was taught to her by a weird old man in her previous life, alas!
Upon hearing this, Yao Lao frowned slightly, and a sense of inexplicable surprise surged in his heart.
He had been practicing medicine for many years and had read many ancient books, but he had never heard of such a magical song.
He muttered to himself, "'Song of Extermination'? I've never heard of it. Was it composed by Miss Lan?"
"A weird old man taught me." Speaking of the weird old man, I really miss him. I don't know if he was reincarnated or traveled through time like me.
At this time, Tianyi staggered forward, his face as pale as paper, obviously not yet recovered from the shock of the poison.
He forced a smile and said, "Miss Lan, I will take you to the front hall for dinner."
Lan Xiyue's lips curled up into a playful smile, her eyes filled with ridicule: "No, you should go back and drink some salt water first. You're a grown man, but you were scared to the point of vomiting all over by just a few little bugs. Tsk tsk tsk!"
When Tianyi heard this, his face turned even paler. The creepy crawling bugs just now appeared involuntarily in his mind, and a strong feeling of nausea came over him again.
He didn't dare say anything more, for fear of vomiting again. He turned around and left almost as if he was running away.
Lan Xiyue burst into laughter, it was really useless.
An Yi saw it clearly from the side and secretly laughed at Tian Yi's uselessness. He then stepped forward and said respectfully, "Miss Lan, I will lead the way to the front hall for dinner."
Lan Xiyue smiled slightly and nodded: "Okay, thank you." After that, she took a step and slowly walked towards the front hall with An Yi.
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