The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 356: The Younger Sister Gets Married

Chapter 356: The Younger Sister Gets Married

Master Zhao’s heart trembled. Although there were still two hours until midnight, they had no idea where Chu Shuo and the others were, making time incredibly tight!

He said, "I have already sent people out to search. We should have news soon."

Nanli knew that young master Zhao had a capable Taoist assisting him. With such skills, Flame Sect’s disciples might not find anything even after searching for three days and nights. However, she had a sudden idea, "Master Zhao, where were you planning to bury Miss Zhao? Did the young master select any other auspicious burial sites?"

"I planned to bury Fu’er in the Zhao family’s cemetery, next to her mother. But my son said that the cemetery no longer had any good feng shui spots, so he had people search for a more auspicious location," Master Zhao said.

Realizing the significance of Nanli’s question, he asked, "Could it be that they plan to hold the wedding at the burial site? That would be too inauspicious..."

Nanli said, "The wedding ceremony is just a formality. If my guess is correct, the assisting Taoist intends to set up an altar and perform rituals. Once they are buried together, their souls can be easily bound, allowing them to journey to the afterlife together."

Master Zhao was so anxious that he stamped his foot, urgently instructing his disciples to check which lands his son had purchased.

They thought that finding out where young master Zhao bought burial sites would reveal their location. However, they were astonished to discover that young master Zhao, treating Zhao Lingfu like a treasure, had purchased dozens of auspicious burial sites and several mountains!

Nanli’s face darkened when she saw this. Young master Zhao’s actions were beyond anything she had imagined.

Master Zhao’s hands trembled slightly as he examined the deeds, "Fortunately, although there are many places, they are all near Flame Sect."

He immediately sent messages via carrier pigeon, directing disciples to investigate these locations and find his son as soon as possible.

The auspicious burial sites were easier to find, but the mountains posed a challenge. Each mountain was vast, and searching them thoroughly would take the disciples two to three days.

Nanli noted the mountain names on paper and gave Master Zhao a communication and teleportation talisman, teaching him how to use them.

"I will search the mountains myself. If the disciples find anything, please notify me immediately using the teleportation talisman."

Master Zhao agreed wholeheartedly, promising, "Your Highness, rest assured."

With the situation urgent, Nanli had no choice but to trust Master Zhao.

The autumn night brought a chilly wind.

Nanli headed to the first mountain. After a quick assessment of the surroundings and the celestial signs, she muttered, "What kind of auspicious land is this? Zhao must have been deceived."

She then went to the second mountain on the list. This one was much better, with a lake in front to gather wealth and several mountains behind for support, making it a favorable burial site that could bless future generations.

Without wasting time, she took out dozens of paper cranes, activated a talisman, and sent them off with a command.

The cranes, glowing faintly, spread out like hawks over the mountain, thoroughly searching the area.

After a while, they found nothing. Nanli’s face grew grim as she moved on to the third mountain.

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Bu Qing Mountain.

This mountain was near Flame Sect, a two-tea-cup journey from the nearby town.

Many burial grounds here belonged to local villagers. Due to its mediocre feng shui, no nobles or wealthy families were buried here. However, in one secluded corner of the mountain, red silk hung from trees, and a table was set with wedding candles, peanuts, and lotus seeds.

The cold mountain air, punctuated by the occasional crow’s call, added a sense of dread.

Young master Zhao, with a few trusted followers, had already prepared the coffin and burial site. However, being men, they couldn’t dress Zhao Lingfu in her bridal attire, leaving the task to Changying.

Changying cursed inwardly but, with the help of two female disciples, managed to dress Zhao Lingfu in the complex bridal outfit and apply her makeup.

Despite years of following Changying and encountering many evil spirits, this was the first time the two disciples dressed a corpse. Zhao Lingfu had been dead for half a day, her body already stiff, making the task extremely difficult. Her pale face, now painted, exuded an eerie aura.

In the desolate mountains, with wandering spirits watching, the two disciples, Yujing and Yushao, felt their skin crawl. They were orphans adopted by Changying, with Yujing being thin and Yushao being plump.

Yujing asked, "Master, do we really have to complete this task?"

They were repulsed by the idea. The negative energy from a corpse might not wash away even with talisman water.

Changying’s face darkened as she glanced at young master Zhao, "We’re already on this boat. Finish the job, take the money and antidote, and leave."

She had planned everything meticulously, but Nanli had seen through it. Fortunately, young master Zhao had sent someone to monitor Mansion of Marquis Anyang, discovering that Nanli hadn’t returned, suspecting the plan had failed.

Changying had wanted to back out, but young master Zhao had already poisoned her, forcing her to obey his orders.

Indeed, karma always comes back around.

Yushao whispered, "Master, why should we fear him? One talisman could take care of them. Why worry about the young master not giving us the antidote?"

Yujing eagerly agreed, nodding, "Yes, Master. That’s the fourth young master of Mansion of Marquis Anyang, the Ninth Princess’s brother. If we harm him, the Ninth Princess will never forgive us."

Yushao added, "Right. We should kill young master Zhao, redeem ourselves, and escape."

Changying glared at them, her tone icy, "Have you lost your minds? If the Ninth Princess learns we helped Liang Zhen activate the Eight Trigrams Soul Locking Formation, we’re dead."

"It’s not that I don’t want to act, but young master Zhao is obsessed with his sister. If I don’t help him, he won’t give us the antidote."

The two disciples shivered and fell silent.

Changying took a deep breath and continued, "The best plan is to get the antidote first, then kill young master Zhao and his men. No one will know we did it."

The disciples sighed and nodded, hoping everything would go smoothly.

Changying glanced at the sky, placed a talisman on Zhao Lingfu’s forehead, and shook a copper bell. A cold wind swept through, and Zhao Lingfu’s body suddenly sat upright.

"Young master, it’s time for the ceremony," Changying called.

Young master Zhao approached, unperturbed by the eerie sight of his sister in red bridal attire, standing in the moonlit forest with her face painted starkly.