The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 124: Soul Enchantment

Chapter 124: Soul Enchantment

Upon hearing these words, Ye Siheng immediately furrowed his brow and said, "Go and investigate."

The dark guards, experienced as they were, were cautious and careful, fearing it might be a trap.

Indeed, many commoners had been injured or killed, and one of the dark guards suddenly exclaimed, "Prince, it seems to be the Third Young Master of the Marquis Mansion!"

Naturally, it could only be the Marquis of Anyang Mansion.

Ye Siheng hurried over.

There were numerous bodies on the ground, as well as many injured individuals, and the dark guards were assisting in their treatment.

Qingyang supported an unconscious man, his face covered in dust and blood, but Ye Siheng immediately recognized him as Chu Huan!

"Third Brother!" Ye Siheng’s brow furrowed even more as he squatted down for a closer look, discovering that Chu Huan had suffered an abdominal injury and was bleeding profusely.

Fortunately, it was not a fatal wound, which saved his life.

Ye Siheng quickly instructed the dark guards to bring medicine.

A large healing pill was fed into Chu Huan’s mouth, and his eyelids twitched before finally opening his eyes.

His complexion was pale, and upon seeing Ye Siheng, he expressed some joy, "My lord..."

"Third Brother, you’re safe now, don’t worry," Ye Siheng reassured him.

Chu Huan weakly murmured in agreement.

Ye Siheng then proceeded to bandage Chu Huan’s wound.

Having been on military campaigns for several years, such tasks did not trouble him, but Qingyang spoke up, "My lord, let me do it."

"No need," Ye Siheng dismissed the idea of relying on others.

However, while Ye Siheng was focused on the task at hand, Chu Huan suddenly produced a pitch-black dagger and swiftly thrust it towards Ye Siheng!

"Prince!" Qingyang watched in horror as the scene unfolded.

Ye Siheng’s reaction was incredibly swift, evading the vital strike by moving to the side.

However, the dagger was peculiar, seemingly not sharp, yet it effortlessly cut through his sleeve, leaving a bloody gash on his arm.

"Hahaha!" Chu Huan let out a sinister and sharp laughter.

Ye Siheng’s other hand had already grabbed Chu Huan’s throat, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent, but also with a hint of hesitation.

The touch was real, the skin was genuine, without any disguise.

"Who are you exactly?" Ye Siheng coldly asked, without immediately delivering a fatal blow.

Before "Chu Huan" could answer, his appearance had already changed, revealing the leader of the guards from that day.

Even though his throat was being squeezed, he still wore a triumphant expression.

Because he had successfully wounded Ye Siheng.

"What is this..." Qingyang was startled upon witnessing the change in appearance.

Ye Siheng realized that it wasn’t a disguise using a human skin mask, but rather a form of sorcery!

Such profound skill allowed for a flawless appearance, making it impossible to detect any clues!

"You impersonate Third Brother in such a way, just to wound me?" Ye Siheng was somewhat puzzled.

The leader of the guards smirked and said, "Wounding you is more than enough!"

Ye Siheng glanced at his own wound and realized it wasn’t poisoned.

How could that be enough?

However, in the next moment, he felt the world spinning, darkness enveloping his vision.

Before he could catch his breath, he fell into unconsciousness.

Ye Siheng felt confused, calling out several times, but receiving no response.

The wound on his arm remained, but he no longer felt any pain.

It seemed as though he had been sealed within some kind of space.

Outside, Qingyang witnessed Ye Siheng suddenly losing consciousness.

He hurriedly supported his lord and called out several times, but there was no sign of awakening.

He looked up and stared at the leader of the guards, asking, "What have you done to my lord?!"

"As you can see, I merely wounded him," the leader of the guards replied, his injuries genuine.

He fell to the ground and laughed, "I haven’t done much, just ensured that your lord... will never wake up again. Haha, he is now an undead, and I can’t wait to see how your Mu Nation will defend the northern borders without him."

Sacrificing a few of their own to allow the Qi Kingdom to breach the northern borders of the Mu Nation was worth it!

Qingyang was both shocked and furious, desperately calling for other dark guards to come and apprehend them all.

But the leader of the guards had completed his mission and had no intention of surviving.

He directly used the dagger to slit his own throat, instantly ending his life.

Gritting his teeth, Qingyang could only say, "Let’s first send my lord back."

The dark guards prepared a carriage to transport Ye Siheng back to the capital.

On the way, they encountered Nanli and Qing Feng, who were riding their horses in haste.

"Has something happened to my lord?" Qing Feng anxiously asked.

"How did you know?" Qingyang was somewhat surprised.

"His protective talisman showed signs of abnormality, so I knew," Nanli replied.

Qingyang didn’t know how to explain, so he stopped the carriage and allowed Nanli to inspect.

Nightfall found Ye Siheng lying quietly in the carriage, his breath steady as if he were asleep, and his wounds properly bandaged.

Only Nanli could tell at a glance that Ye Siheng had indeed encountered trouble.

Her heart tightened, aching with discomfort.

"What on earth has happened?" Nanli gently touched Ye Siheng’s forehead, sensing that his soul seemed to be sealed within.

This was not a good sign.

Qingyang proceeded to recount the events in detail, leaving no room for error.

The more Nanli listened, the more alarmed she became, realizing the depths of depravity within the Qi Kingdom.

Her initial unease had been justified; it must have been the nun who had taken a strand of her third brother’s hair, allowing for this seamless deception.

Qingyang then produced the pitch-black dagger and said, "He used this weapon to injure the prince, who subsequently collapsed."

Nanli’s shock deepened upon seeing it.

Her face turned ashen, a rare sight for Qing Feng and Qingyang, causing them to worry.

"Miss Chu, what is this?" Qing Feng asked with concern.

"This is an evil artifact, sealed with a curse that binds the soul. His claim of the prince being an undead is not unfounded; the prince’s soul is currently imprisoned, making it nearly impossible for him to awaken," Nanli explained.

The two exchanged glances, their anger reaching a boiling point, yearning to immediately take up arms and eliminate the Qi Kingdom’s people.

"It must be... it must be the scheme of that white-browed Taoist from the Taixu Palace.

Truly despicable, that a cultivator would resort to such methods!" Qing Feng exclaimed in anger.

Qingyang, slightly calmer, understood Nanli’s capabilities and asked, "Miss Chu, do you have a way to break the curse?"

Nanli pondered for a moment before saying, "There is a method, but it carries risks and the chances of success are slim."

For a while, silence enveloped them.

They knew the prince’s feelings towards Miss Chu and were certain he would not want her to take any risks.

Therefore, they found it difficult to make the request.

However, Nanli soon spoke again, "I’ve heard that this white-browed Taoist has been cultivating for a hundred years. This time, I can personally experience his prowess."

If a man dares to make a move on her, he must also consider whether he is worthy of her retaliation.

The two felt a mix of joy and worry.

Before they could offer any advice, Nanli continued, "Based on what you just said, you must hurry to the palace and have the emperor dispatch troops to the northern border."

"Yes, the Qi Kingdom’s employment of such methods undoubtedly indicates their intention to strike at the northern border once again,"

Qingyang nodded.

"The Jiang Kingdom is likely to get involved as well, joining forces with the Qi Kingdom."

This was no trivial matter.

It was not that the Mu Nation lacked capable generals, but rather that the prince himself was the soldiers’ pillar of faith.

If the prince did not guard the northern border, the soldiers’ morale would easily waver.

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