Chapter 167.2: Ghost!
Little Prodigal Alliance Head
After the shadow guard left, another person came down from the roof. He seemed about forty years old. He was wearing a gray-blue garment and looked very ordinary, like someone who would easily disappear into a crowd. âYour Majesty suspects that Second Majesty was the one who did this?â
âRegardless of whether heâs responsible, we canât let the Saint Envoy target Yi er,â said Xi Qiulin with a long sigh. No matter what, outsiders were outsiders and his son was his son. Regardless of how great the internal strife between them, he had emergency measures in place for when it was time for him, this father, to step out to protect them.
âIâm afraid it wonât be that simple. This is a Saint Envoy that can read hearts. Iâm afraid thereâs no way to deceive him with ordinary schemes.â
âOld Fu, do you have any good ideas?â Xi Qiulin rubbed the sides of his eyes to alleviate his headache.
The person dressed in livid, who had been addressed as Old Fu, took a few moments to think. âLetâs call Second Majesty first and hear what he has to say. However, I dare to say that heâs definitely involved in this matter. Lately, he has been walking too closely with that Elder Yu from the Alliance Head Residence.â
Old Fuâs words made intensified Xi Qiulinâs headache. âThat idiot. I already warned him not to walk too close to those Jianghu people, yet he just insists on not listening. Now itâs just great, the issue has gotten so large that itâs ripping through the basket.â
âSecond Majesty canât be blamed. That Elder Yu is notorious for being a wily old fox thatâs full of craft and cunning. Second Majesty is young, so itâs hard for him not to be poisoned. However, Your Majesty, are you really going to help Second Majesty get rid of the Crown Prince?â
Xi Qiulin was silent for a long while before he said, âThe Crown Prince is compassionate and lenient, heâs not suitable for being a monarch. Though Yi er is full of youthful vigor and easily errs, heâs the most suited to becoming a monarch out of all the princes.â
âCould it be simply because heâs ruthless enough?â Old Fu asked with a strange tone.
The two had been close friends for several decades, so Xi Qiulin naturally understood his worry. He laughed helplessly. âOld Fu, could it be that youâve forgotten how I came to be? Sovereign kings who are compassionate will never be good monarchs. This was the first sentence my Imperial Father had said to me back then.â
Old Fu also fell silent as he looked at Xi Qiulin. âHe was probably talking about himself, wasnât he? Back then, if it had been Princess Consort Bailiâs (aka wangfei, the main consort of a âprinceâ) bloodline that inherited the throne, perhaps he might still be living well right now rather than be in his current situation of hovering between life and death.â
When Princess Consort Baili was brought up, Xi Qiulin closed his eyes and said in a heavy voice, âEnough. Just let these things fade into the past. Baili Yu hasnât displayed any intentions of seizing the throne, so we should just avoid provoking him. For now, hurry and find that annoying Li Xueyi and send him back to quell the Saint Envoyâs anger. Otherwise...â
His tone was filled with worry. Upon hearing it, Old Fu lowered his eyes and asked in a quiet voice, âIt couldnât be that Your Majesty hasnât suspected Li Xueyi before?â
âSuspect him of what? Heâs just a rascal that causes trouble for no reason. If it werenât for the warning Baili Yu sent, I wouldâve already sent people to tear apart that rotten Alliance Head Residence of his!â When Li Xueyi was brought up, Xi Qiulinâs anger rushed out all at once. He barely had a handful of days to relax ever since this person showed up. If it wasnât that he was alarmed by some news about him that he couldnât sleep today, it would be that he was frightened by some other news about him so much that he didnât dare to sleep tomorrow. In short, he felt like that Li Xueyi was an evil comet! He would definitely seize any chance to get rid of him!
From the looks of it, Xi Qiulin was so preoccupied with those thoughts that he didnât notice the most suspicious thing about Li Xueyi.
It was such an obvious incongruency, yet he didnât notice it. As expected, he had gotten old!
Old Fu thought this in his heart but didnât say it out loud. He planned to have a proper talk with Xi Qiulin about this after this matter was settled. The current circumstances were already out of their control.
The darkness surged up violently around her. Tang Doudou kept waiting, but Xi Qiuyi never appeared.
Could it be that he had choked to death on water?
Or did he fall into the latrine and drown?
Tang Doudou made random malicious guesses. It wasnât that she was looking forward to Xi Qiuyi arriving, but that waiting like this was torture.
It was pitch-black all around, but she kept feeling like someone was watching her.
Her back was covered with cold sweat and all her hair was standing on end.
âWho? Whoâs there?â Finally, she couldnât endure it anymore and cried out at the darkness.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The only reply she got was the echoes of the room, causing her to feel even more terrified.
From the looks of it, this interrogation room was custom designed to deal psychological torment on people.
It didnât matter if it was effective on past criminals, it was very effective on her. She seemed to feel a cold wind blowing over the back of her neck. She instantly froze and didnât dare to move.
She didnât even dare to breathe loudly.
Da fudge? Could it be that ghosts really existed in this world?
Was the ghost that was blowing on her back a soul that was tormented to death in this interrogation room?
âU-um, chivalrous hero, my dear friend, bro, you were killed by that second prince, Xi Qiuyi, right? Actually, I-Iâm also a victim. If you donât believe me, just look. Iâm all tied up. As people that fell from the sky together, why donât we peacefully sit down and have some tea while we chat? Appearing in such a chilling way like this is a b-bit scary ah...â
âBig Bro? Or is it Big Sis? Taking into account how sincere Iâm being, could you stop blowing on me?â
âHow about you switch to blowing in the front?â
âThe top is fine too ah?â
âIn any case, donât do it from the back. Itâs really scary...â
Tang Doudou didnât dare to turn around and look. All she could do was ramble nonsense in order to distract herself and give herself courage.
The more she acted that way, the stronger the blowing sound became. Earlier, it was just a slight air movement, but now it completely sounded like a blowing sound!
She shuddered. She had been telling herself that it was just wind, but this distinct sound was seriously making her want to âgo dieâ!
Freaking yoyo!
I-it really is a ghost!
âItâs a ghost!â
She couldnât endure it anymore and started screaming as she struggled against the iron rings frantically. However, they were too secure. She couldnât struggle free without using inner strength.
âWhich fricking idiot designed these damned things!?â Tang Doudou was about to cry from anxiety. She kept struggling without daring to glance back. All the supernatural novels she read before said something about there being three lamps on a personâs shoulder. (Thereâs different interpretations but a simple one is: past, present, and future.) At night when youâre out walking and you feel someone blowing on your neck, you must not turn back. The moment you turn back, one of the lamps on your shoulder will go out.
The more Tang Doudou thought about it, the more frightened she became and she hastily threw this thought out of her head as she shouted, âHey! Is there anyone outside!? Save me ah! Thereâs a ghost!â
However, though her voice traveled far, there was no response.
Fuuu...
Could it be that after dodging so many calamities, she was going to die at the hands of a ghost?
F*ck!
F*ck it all!
She was going to die in any case so she should at least see what a ghost looks like before she dies! That way at least she wouldnât have ran into this misfortune for nothing!
Once one mustered up their resolution, one no longer has any fear!
Tang Doudou slowly turned around. She couldnât help but gulp and her heart pounded like a drum. Fudge, what she said about not being nervous just a lie to the ghost, alright?
She looked around but didnât see anything. She turned around until her neck was almost about to snap from being twisted. Just as she was about to turn back, she abruptly saw a black figure appear behind her!
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Credits: Translated by Chiyomira, Edited by Prady
[Chiyomira's Corner]
P: âBig Bro? Or is it Big Sis? Taking into account how sincere Iâm being, could you stop blowing on me?â LOL
C: âThe top is fine too ah?â The top is not fine! Youâll get a headache!! I remember, a long time ago, my brother told me that if I slept with my head against the AC, my brain cells will get blown away... (This was when I was like 6 and he was like 7, and it's an obvious lie btw) Then in the heat of summer, both of us weighed the options, and decided to sacrifice some brain cells.