The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 47: Filling the Void of Her Son’s Soul

Chapter 47: Filling the Void of Her Son’s Soul

Since then, Princess Huiping had made up her mind to seek revenge and settle their debt.

Coincidentally, she came across a sorcerer named Ni Kun and borrowed his mystical powers to bring ruin upon a few families, resulting in their tragic downfall.

Finally, it was the turn of the Xie and Chu families.

However, at this crucial moment, Nanli returned to the capital, obstructing many of her plans.

Even Dong Chen’s lingering soul fell into Nanli’s hands.

With her plan failing, she had no choice but to seek another way. She decided to use Chu Shuo’s soul to fill the void left by Dong Chen’s fragmented soul, thus enabling her son to be reborn and return to her side.

Chu Hanlin was filled with anger and exclaimed, "So it was you who orchestrated the evil within the Guanyin pendant, the malevolence within the jade ornament, and the Seven Kill Formation that manipulated Xie’er into committing those acts!"

"Yes, it was I who made Xie and Chu pay with their lives for the sake of my son!" Princess Huiping growled fiercely, her eyes wide with intensity. "Unfortunately, your Chu family was fortunate enough to find their lost daughter, who turned out to be a member of the mysterious sect.

Otherwise, I would have already exacted my revenge."

Emperor Muwu and the others wore grim expressions.

They had never suspected Princess Huiping because she had used the powers of a sorcerer, leaving no trace of her involvement.

However, Nanli found it suspicious.

She opened the Soul Locking Pouch and merged the strand of lingering soul with the ethereal ghost fire floating in the air.

It was Dong Chen’s soul.

With her mystical powers, the ghost fire regained a semi-transparent human form.

"Chen!" Princess Huiping exclaimed, both shocked and delighted.

If it weren’t for the acupoint being sealed, she would have rushed forward long ago.

But with just one cry, Dong Chen became panicked and quickly hid behind Nanli.

"Sister, I don’t want to see her. I want to be reincarnated as soon as possible. Please help me, sister," Dong Chen pleaded.

"Chen, your mother is about to bring you back to life. Come back quickly," Princess Huiping shouted.

"No!" Dong Chen vehemently refused, his voice resolute. "I finally died, and I don’t want to be your son anymore. I don’t want to be brought back to life and be your son again!"

Princess Huiping was stunned, unable to utter a word, frozen in place.

At this moment, Ye Siheng understood. He calmly said, "Princess, I always wondered why Chu Shuo and the others claimed they couldn’t hear cries for help. It turns out your son was determined to die and never made a sound."

Emperor Muwu suddenly realized, "So that’s how it was?"

Chu Hanlin also asked, "Is it true, Dong Chen ?"

Dong Chen died silently, leaving no words behind.

At that time, everyone believed he had accidentally drowned. Now, the deceased Dong Chen was right here, and they could finally uncover the truth of what had happened.

Dong Chen’s fragmented soul merged, and his memories began to resurface.

He nodded, "Yes, I jumped into the lake to seek death. I didn’t want to be my mother’s son anymore."

With a resolute determination to die, the water filled his mouth and nose, making it unbearable. Yet, he didn’t utter a single cry.

Hearing Dong Chen’s confession, Princess Huiping, like a madwoman, screamed, "What nonsense are you spouting? You are my only son, and I have treated you so well, loved you so much, wanting to bring all the good things in the world to your feet. Why did you jump into the lake? Why did you leave your mother?"

Disgust flashed across Dong Chen’s face. "Your kindness towards me? It was studying at the hour of the 5:00-7:00 AM, practicing calligraphy at the hour of the 9:00-11:00 AM, learning chess at the hour of the 1:00-3:00PM, and martial arts at the hour of the 3:00-5:00PM? If any servant or maid in the mansion played with me, you would punish them. I was only seven years old and had no playmates! During the autumn hunt, even though I couldn’t handle a bow due to my weak strength, you insisted on making me perform archery in front of everyone, causing me to be ridiculed. And then you would scold me for not being diligent and hardworking! I lived as if I were a zombie, and even in death, you won’t let me be reincarnated, forcing me to remain as a lingering soul! If you still want me by your side, I would rather my soul scatter into nothingness!"

After listening to these accusations, Princess Huiping became infuriated, and blood spewed from her mouth. The acupoint was immediately released. She fell to the ground, completely drained of strength, still berating, "How can you be so unfilial? Everything I did was for you! You ungrateful child!"

"Whether I’m unfilial or not, just pretend I don’t exist," Dong Chen pursed his lips. "You gave birth to me, and I should be grateful, but you committed murder and caused me to suffer. I hate you to the core."

Princess Huiping widened her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably. She had never expected that after ten years of meticulous planning and effort, all she would receive from her son was pure hatred.

But as Dong Chen finished venting the accumulated resentment of these years, a dark and eerie path appeared behind him.

Overjoyed, he swiftly floated towards it, eager to completely break free from his mother’s insane control.

"Chen’er! Don’t go!" Princess Huiping desperately crawled towards him, reaching out her hand in an attempt to grab hold of him. "You can’t abandon me like this."

Dong Chen’s gaze was resolute. "I must hurry and reincarnate, so that in the next life, I won’t have to be your son."

With those words, he entered the dark path without a hint of nostalgia. Just before the path closed, he uttered a heartfelt thanks to Nanli.

Nanli silently wished, "May you encounter a good mother in your next life."

Within the secret chamber, silence enveloped the room, broken only by Princess Huiping’s cries.

Emperor Muwu, having witnessed everything firsthand, there was no need for further investigation.

However, as he and Princess Huiping shared the same parents, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of reluctance.

"Take her away and confine her in solitude. She shall never be released without my permission."

Nanli thought to herself that Emperor Muwu truly possessed a compassionate heart. Yet, it was Ye Siheng who spoke up, saying, "Brother Emperor, I have interrogated Mammy Zhang. That alchemy book from the former Noble Imperial Concubine Li was a gift from the Third Princess."

Emperor Muwu was taken aback. "What?"

Nanli also understood. "To create such sinister objects, they required resentment. That’s why the Princess sought the help of Li. Li’s alchemists would kill people to refine the elixirs, and the sorcerers by the Princess’s side would purchase and convert the accumulated resentment. This way, they remained undetected."

Emperor Muwu’s eyes burned with anger as he stared at Princess Huiping. "Is this true?!"

Princess Huiping, having lost everything she had planned for over the years, no longer cared.

She sneered, "Brother, are you blaming me for this? I merely gave her a book. What she chose to do with it has nothing to do with me."

"You!" Emperor Muwu brushed his sleeve. "If she hadn’t obtained that book, would she have committed such atrocities?"

Nanli’s voice rang clear. "The record of the Eternal Youth Pill should have been given by the sorcerers. Your humble servant believes that the Princess was also manipulated by them. Their main objective was to acquire resentment. By releasing a small amount of that converted resentment, they could easily cause the death of an entire village or even a town."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Muwu’s expression turned to shock. "Really?"

Ye Siheng furrowed his brow.

"Does Brother remember the Battle of Chang Ping five years ago? Despite having fifty thousand soldiers stationed there, they all perished overnight. The troops of Qi Country effortlessly took control of Chang Ping and continued to conquer the nine Provinces, nearly reaching the capital."

How could Emperor Muwu forget?

At that time, he was still the Crown Prince, on the verge of fleeing south with the former Emperor for refuge.

Fortunately, it was the fifteen-year-old Ye Siheng who donned his armor, took up his spear, and with thirty thousand soldiers, halted the attack of the Qi Country, safeguarding the capital.