The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 54: Attempting to Kill the Ninth Prince

Chapter 54: Attempting to Kill the Ninth Prince

Nanli pondered, realizing that this person was indeed cunning, as Ni Kun had managed to cause such a commotion without revealing his face.

"But what about Ni Kun?" Emperor Muwu immediately thought of him. This man had harmed his sister and even his beloved concubine; how could he forget?

"It was him," Nanli replied.

All the accumulated grievances were the same, and there was no one else but him.

After a busy night, Nanli felt exhausted, but fortunately, everything within the palace had stabilized.

The ghost messenger anxiously waited for half the night.

Just as Nanli arrived at an inner hall to rest, he appeared and inquired, "Miss, how about your ghost collection?"

With the ghost gate wide open this time, causing harm to the mortal realm, he needed to return to the King of Hell as soon as possible to report.

Nanli tossed the ghost pouch to him and said, "They’re all in here."

The ghost messenger weighed it with delight, about to express his gratitude, but then his expression darkened. "Something’s not right. There should be several thousand spirits escaping from the ghost gate in the capital, but this only contains less than half of that number."

Nanli immediately sat up straight, nervously asking, "Less than half? Are you sure?"

She quickly estimated that the number of spirits causing trouble in the palace today, probably just over a thousand.

There were multiple ghost gates, but with the large population in the capital, the ghosts would be more also.

The ghost messenger nodded, "I’m absolutely sure. We have to count them accurately, and they must return to the underworld by daybreak. We can’t afford to be missing even one."

This was an absolute disgrace in his career as a ghost messenger.

The fact that the spirits under his jurisdiction had been captured by someone meant that he had lost all face.

Nanli furrowed her brows, contemplating the situation.

The ghost messenger paced back and forth, saying, "Could it be that person still intends to cause trouble in the capital? If innocent civilians are harmed, my job will truly be at its end..."

Innocent civilians?

That’s not right.

A sudden realization struck Nanli, and she said, "Ni Kun only used puppet charms; he didn’t appear in person. It proves that he had already left the capital."

"Then where did he go?" The ghost messenger had some knowledge of the mortal realm’s affairs. After all, whenever something happened there, the underworld would be busy.

Encountering a plague or massacre meant they wouldn’t even have time to rest.

During such times, an excessive number of spirits would gather in the underworld, unable to return, and those souls would wander in the mortal realm, easily becoming malevolent spirits by feeding on resentment.

That’s why the ghost messenger particularly hated such times; once such thing happened, they would be busy for several years.

"This person gathers resentment, instigates wars. He’s most likely from the Qi Country. Tonight, his intentions were to kill the Emperor and undermine the foundation of the Mu Country," Nanli said, immediately putting on her shoes.

Wasn’t the foundation of the Mu State currently in the hands of Ye Siheng?!

With his presence, the Qi Country wouldn’t be able to wage war against the Mu!

The ghost messenger sighed, "Ah, but I can’t interfere in your mortal realm affairs."

Nanli’s eyes gleamed, "You don’t need to interfere. I left a talisman on my father and brothers long ago."

Using a teleportation talisman alone could only move within the range of a city. However, with a two-way teleportation talisman, one could travel any distance, although it consumed a significant amount of spiritual energy.

Nanli asked the ghost messenger for two more ghost pouches and threw out a teleportation talisman.

A gust of wind swept by, and she disappeared instantly.

The ghost messenger was about to say something, but he hadn’t even finished speaking.

Although he couldn’t interfere, he could be the spectator.

Jingji Camp.

This place was two li away from the capital and housed twenty thousand imperial guards.

These imperial guards were responsible for guarding the capital. If a signal fire was ignited in the direction of the capital, they would immediately provide support.

Therefore, the leader of the imperial guards was always a general trusted by the emperor, as it would otherwise provide an opportunity for rebellion.

Currently, the one in control of the imperial guards was Ye Siheng.

Although he had trouble with his legs, his previous military achievements were enough to earn people’s trust, and he held great prestige within the army.

In the main tent, Ye Siheng heard the sounds of a fight and woke up instantly.

Qing Feng also opened his eyes at the same time and said, "Prince, let me go and check."

Ye Siheng found it strange because the military discipline was strict, and there shouldn’t be any private fights in the middle of the night. Either someone was foolish enough to launch a surprise attack, or something else was happening.

"Be careful," Ye Siheng said in a deep voice.

Qing Feng acknowledged and just as he lifted the curtain to go out, two cold glints suddenly struck towards him!

Fortunately, Ye Siheng had warned him, and he reacted quickly, dodging the attack. However, the person behind him kicked him.

He was thrown back into the main tent, rolling a few times. His chest surged with blood, and he couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful.

Two soldiers then raised their swords and attacked Qing Feng. In pain and unable to move, his pupils contracted.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Two objects hit the two soldiers, causing them to pause momentarily before collapsing to the ground.

Two peachwood prayer beads rolled slowly on the wooden board, until they reached the feet of a man.

Ni Kun lowered his head and glanced at the beads, chuckling softly, "Indeed, it is the Ninth Prince. In an instant, he discerned that the soldiers were possessed by evil spirits."

The wrist bracelet of Ye Siheng had already been taken off and used to save lives.

His handsome face remained calm and composed as he said, "Although I have injured my leg, my mind remains intact."

His eyes couldn’t see these filthy things, but the soldiers guarding the gate were personally selected by him and were incapable of betrayal.

With a casual thought, he knew they were being manipulated.

Even if it wasn’t manipulation, the beads just struck their acupoints, rendering them unable to move even if they didn’t faint.

Ni Kun also noticed this and couldn’t help but admire, saying, "It’s a pity, Ninth Prince. No matter how formidable you are, you will die by my hand tonight."

Outside, chaos ensued as evil spirits haunted at will, and no one would come to the aid of the main tent.

Ye Siheng’s gaze remained cold as he stared at him, "Before death, I want to ask you a few questions."

Ni Kun was taken aback and strolled into the account, asking, "What does the Ninth Prince want to know?"

"Are you under Crown Prince Qi’s command?"

Ni Kun’s face was hidden beneath his hood, but Ye Siheng could vaguely see his lips twitch.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he replied, "Yes, I am loyal to Crown Prince Qi, assisting him in achieving the great cause of unifying the world!"

Ye Siheng tugged at the corner of his mouth and glanced at his own legs.

He had been frequently going out recently, yet his jade bracelet remained cool.

He had even started to doubt if the person cursing him was in the Qi Country.

However, Ni Kun’s appearance tonight resolved one of his doubts. If the person cursing him was truly in the Qi, then they only needed to wait for half a year, and he would be killed by the malevolent energy. There was no need to so much trouble.

Realizing this, Ye Siheng lifted his eyelid and said, "Then, come and try. I also want to settle the score with you from last time."

"A cripple like you wants to settle the score with me?" Ni Kun snorted coldly.

He immediately stepped forward and struck out with his palm.

The wind brushed past as Ye Siheng sat calmly on the stool, meeting the attack with his own palm.

With a loud bang, the air surged, shaking the surrounding tables, chairs, and books.

Ni Kun hadn’t expected that despite Ye Siheng being poisoned and injured in the leg, he possessed such internal strength.

He was forced back a few steps and swiftly drew the soft sword from his waist, aiming directly for Ye Siheng’s vital points.

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