The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 292: Delivered to the Door

Chapter 292: Delivered to the Door

Chu Yan pursed his lips and said helplessly, "He said... he said his family is poor, with elderly and young to support, so..."

Nanli, seeing him struggling to speak, finished his sentence for him. "So he sold his own talisman?"

These were symbols she had personally drawn, and they were worth a bit in the market. So the old lady and Madam Shen had long issued orders that no one was allowed to resell talismans. If anyone was found doing so, they would be immediately expelled from the Marquis’s mansion.

Chu Yan nodded.

"When those ghost fires attacked just now, he and I were trapped in the room together. He didn’t have a protective talisman and looked in great pain, so I transferred my talisman to him," Chu Yan explained.

That was what surprised Nanli. "Your talisman is attached to your body, integrated with your blood and meridians. How did you know how to transfer it to someone else?"

Chu Yan replied, "Sometimes when I’m bored, I borrow books about Daoism from Zhi Mi, and I happened to read about the handprints and spells for transfer. I remembered them."

Nanli blinked. "Fifth Brother, you have quite a talent. If Prince Xie knew, he’d be half dead with jealousy."

Some people, even if they memorized the handprints and spells, couldn’t activate the transfer talisman technique. Chu Yan didn’t think much of it. "I just got lucky in a moment of desperation."

Nanli advised, "Try it a few more times, and you’ll know if it’s innate talent or just luck."

But Chu Yan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sixth Sister, I can’t just stand by and watch someone die. Besides, I only burned my hand and nothing else."

"That’s because your soul is strong, and you have a purple aura, a dragon and phoenix among men, so you can withstand it!" Nanli’s tone became heavier. "But even the strongest soul will suffer damage from the burning ghost fire. Next, your body and luck will deteriorate, and who knows how long it will take to recover."

Chu Yan was stunned.

He obviously didn’t believe it and had a hint of redness in his eyes. "When I was born, I killed my mother. Clearly, my fate isn’t good. How could I have a purple aura?"

Nanli had something difficult to say.

She couldn’t reveal too much about destiny, affecting Chu Yan’s karma.

So she could only say, "But even if you’re slightly injured, grandmother and mother will worry for a long time."

Chu Yan’s eyes, which had been dim, regained their brightness.

"What Sixth Sister said is true. I will think twice before acting and won’t let them worry anymore."

Nanli nodded and gave Chu Yan two talismans to nourish his soul.

Suddenly, Chu Yan asked, "Sixth Sister, my aunt’s tablet is enshrined in Sanqing Temple. Could you perform a ceremony for her? But... I don’t have much money saved up..."

Nanli smiled. "Then I’ll charge you one or two taels of silver. Once you’ve decided on a date, send someone to inform me. It won’t take much effort to perform a ceremony."

Chu Yan smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Sixth Sister."

After handling this matter, Nanli went out to see who else in the mansion had been burned by the ghost fire and needed her talismans for treatment.

Fushun came with the Feather Guards and was surprised to see the fire extinguished instantly.

Nanli didn’t explain much, just asked him to go back to the palace and inform Emperor Muwu that nothing major had happened at the Marquis’s mansion, so there was no need to worry.

Fushun looked at the chaotic scene in the Marquis’s mansion and said, "Then I’ll take the five hundred taels of gold to the Wangfu, and the princess can see it when she returns."

Nanli didn’t expect that a single talisman could earn her some money for nothing. She was delighted. Xie Beihan was indeed bringing her luck.

"Thank you," she replied.

"Huh? The Ninth Prince left the palace early, and such a big incident happened in the Marquis’s mansion. Why hasn’t he come over?" Fushun hadn’t seen the presence of Ye Siheng and felt strange.

Nanli had been too busy to notice this. Her heart skipped a beat as she took out a messaging talisman, trying to contact Ye Siheng.

But there was no response from the messaging talisman.

Nanli frowned. In this situation, either Ye Siheng’s messaging talisman was damaged, or the two messaging talismans were too far apart to communicate.

Seeing her change in expression, Fushun asked anxiously, "Princess, what’s wrong?" He didn’t dare to speak ill omen.

"It’s probably something wrong," Nanli said, then turned to Zhi Mi and instructed, "Can you draw symbols now? You take care of things here."

"I’ll take care of it, Sister. You go quickly," Zhi Mi agreed.

Nanli immediately left the Marquis’s mansion, using a paper crane as a guide to search for Ye Siheng’s whereabouts.

According to Fushun, Emperor Muwu had also been poisoned today. In addition to the attack by the ghost fire in the Marquis’s mansion, it was obvious that Ye Siheng was also in trouble.

But before that...

The setting sun was in the west, and colorful clouds adorned the sky.

Ye Siheng rode in a carriage out of the palace, leaning against a soft pillow with his eyes closed for a nap.

Suddenly, a piercing sound broke through the air.

Ye Siheng didn’t open his eyes, but tilted his head slightly. An arrow flew past his face, just half an inch away.

"Assassin! Protect the prince!" Qing Feng outside the carriage reacted quickly, drawing his sword and shouting.

But the assassin didn’t show himself. Instead, several more arrows flew in.

Ye Siheng finally opened his eyes, grabbed the long sword beside him, and without unsheathing it, blocked the arrows coming toward him with a clang.

Several of the arrows were nailed to the wooden boards of the carriage, each with a yellow talisman on them.

Ye Siheng glanced at the talismanic patterns and realized that things were not good. He tried to leave the carriage immediately.

But the talismans were interconnected, forming a formation, and suddenly lit up with golden light.

It was too late!

This was a talismanic technique of shifting shadows, capable of swapping the positions of two people.

Luckily, Ye Siheng was familiar with talismans now. Even though the golden light dazzled him, he was prepared as soon as he landed, feeling the surging killing intent, and swung his sword to release a sword energy.

The wind was fierce.

His robe fluttered.

Ye Siheng raised his head and saw himself now in a desolate place, surrounded by soldiers holding knives and swords, all with fierce and menacing eyes, as if they saw Ye Siheng as nothing more than a lamb to be slaughtered.

Ye Siheng understood. "So you want to win by numbers? It’s not easy to gather so many soldiers."

The soldiers didn’t respond. They only remembered their mission.

The formation had brought Ye Siheng here alone, and their job was to kill him here, making sure he had no chance to return to the capital!

One person moved, and everyone moved.

One person might not be able to kill Ye Siheng, but with so many people, they could wear him down in a battle of attrition.

But they had miscalculated.

Because in Ye Siheng’s eyes, these well-trained soldiers were nothing more than ants under his command.

With his long sword tightly gripped, his momentum surged, mixed with sword energy. With a swift move, heads rolled off the ground.

His dark-colored robe was stained with a few drops of blood, and his handsome face was also stained a bit, making him look more like a madman.

He smirked seductively. "I was just itching for a fight, and you’ve come to me."