The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 650: Ye Siheng, It’s You Who Have Caused My Downfall

Chapter 650: Ye Siheng, It’s You Who Have Caused My Downfall

Madam Li sighed, "Although we severed ties, he was indeed a good official. I hope he gets a good rebirth in his next life."

Ye Siheng replied, "I’m afraid that won’t happen. He killed quite a few people."

The people in the house froze.

Madam Li couldn’t believe it and took a few steps forward. "What? How did he kill people?"

Ye Siheng said, "He carried a grudge, transformed into an evil ghost, killed his disciples, and even took back the money he had given them back in the day."

He glanced at the silver on the ground.

Madam Li and Li Bin were even more shocked.

After all, Cao Qing had treated his disciples better than his own children.

Then, Madam Li began crying and laughing at the same time. "He deserves it! He wanted to become a highly revered academic sage, but in the end, he didn’t die peacefully and still carried a grudge."

It was bad enough that he mistreated them when alive, but now, even in death, he dragged her and her son into his troubles!

Li Bin remained silent.

After all, the dead had passed, and it wasn’t appropriate for him to say anything more.

Chu Shuo looked at the bag of silver, which seemed to also contain silver notes, and then asked, "What should we do with this silver?"

Madam Li gently shook her head. "We have no connection with him anymore, so I ask His Highness to return the silver to him."

Li Bin had no objection to this.

Not everyone could be forgiven in the end.

It was better to not have debts when alive.

Xie Beihan spoke softly, "Since he killed so many people, he must be in for some suffering in the underworld, right?"

Madam Li and Li Bin were unmoved by this.

Instead, Madam Li continued to worry, "I just hope the debts he owes don’t fall on Bin’er."

She truly hated Cao Qing—he had mistreated them when alive and now, even in death, caused them to be enemies.

Li Bin’s face also turned grim.

It was Ye Siheng who thought ahead. He said, "As long as no one speaks about it, no one will know it was Cao Qing’s doing. The Dalisi Procuratorate and Xuanzheng Temple won’t look too deeply into it. Don’t worry."

Madam Li and Li Bin both felt relieved, their expressions brightened significantly.

The silver could go into the national treasury.

The matter was settled.

The group left Li’s residence.

Nanli wobbled and pulled out a Teleportation Talisman, calling to Chu Shuo, "Second Brother, let’s go back and keep drinking."

Ye Siheng snatched the talisman from her. "That’s enough for tonight. We’ll drink another time."

Chu Shuo was also embarrassed. He hadn’t expected Sixth Sister to be good at everything except drinking. After just three cups, she was completely drunk.

Seeing Ye Siheng’s grim expression, he trembled and said, "Yes, tonight is enough. Sixth Sister, you should go back with His Highness."

Nanli was annoyed. "No, you’re definitely going to continue drinking behind my back."

She struggled to get free.

After all, she had plenty of Teleportation Talismans.

Ye Siheng narrowed his eyes, and then simply picked her up in a princess carry. A gust of wind blew past, and both of them disappeared.

Chu Shuo shuddered and looked at Xie Beihan. "Do you think His Highness will come to find us for a reckoning tomorrow?"

Xie Beihan gave his arm a shake. "I don’t know about anything else, but I do know that tomorrow, I’ll need to call Sixth Sister over to help me with a new body."

It had only been a few days.

Then, he warned Chu Shuo, "From now on, don’t stand next to me. If my arm gets any worse, Sixth Sister will start avoiding me."

At Prince Yu’s mansion.

Nanli kept talking about continuing to drink, but since Ye Siheng had carried her back, she was already half asleep.

Ye Siheng saw her still slightly flushed face and sighed helplessly. He went to wash a towel and started wiping her face and hands.

As he wiped, he noticed something strange behind him.

Ye Siheng turned around.

He saw Nanli sitting up, and a red mark faintly appeared on her forehead.

Her appearance hadn’t changed, but at this moment, she exuded a different kind of aura.

Her black eyes were cold, full of resentment and indifference.

"It’s you."

Her voice was equally cold and heartless, but it was clear she was full of endless hatred.

"A’Li?" Ye Siheng froze, holding his breath.

"It’s you who have caused my downfall." Nanli parted her lips slightly, and her gaze grew darker.

She raised her hand, exuding a commanding aura.

The mark on her forehead turned an intense red.

However—

After raising her hand for a moment, there was still no sign of Ghost Fire.

She began to panic, raising both hands and looking down. "Where’s my Ghost Fire... Where’s my Ghost Fire?!"

Ye Siheng furrowed his brows and stepped forward.

"A’Li, Ghost Fire needs to be borrowed from the Death God. Once you’re sober, you’ll be able to borrow it."

Nanli raised her head at his words, her eyes blurry with tears. She choked out, "Little Immortal Lord, without the Ghost Fire, I’m not the Death God anymore."

Why had her emotions shifted again?

It seemed she was too drunk.

Ye Siheng comforted her, "It’s okay. Once you wake up tomorrow, your Ghost Fire will come back."

"Really?"

"Really," Ye Siheng nodded.

Nanli grinned. "Alright, then sleep with me."

Before Ye Siheng could respond, she had already laid down in the soft blankets, pulling him down with her, entangling her limbs around him and holding him tightly.

Ye Siheng’s body tensed. "A’Li, I haven’t undressed yet."

"Undress?" Nanli blinked, her hot breath brushing his neck. "You’ve changed. You were so reserved before, and now you’re not cute at all."

"Then I won’t undress."

"If you don’t undress, then I’m unattractive, you’re rejecting me."

"..." Ye Siheng didn’t know what to do anymore.

Not long after, he heard her steady breathing.

He moved her hands and feet away, turning his body to the side.

The candlelight was faint.

Her forehead was smooth and flawless, without any marks.

Ye Siheng furrowed his brows and reached out to touch it, growing more confused.

Just then, Nanli let out a soft moan, not even opening her eyes, her tone a little coquettish. "Your Highness, stop touching. It tickles... Let’s sleep."

Ye Siheng let out a long sigh, his heart calming down a little.

"Alright." His voice was gentle.

This was his A’Li.

She must have been drunk just now, which was why she said such things.

How could he ever harm her?

Two days later, Emperor Muwu gathered the royal family and important ministers to the ancestral hall to offer sacrifices to the royal ancestors.

Ye Siheng and Nanli rarely wore their formal attire.

Although Ye Siheng’s dragon robe had three layers of clothing, the nine-pearl crown wasn’t too heavy, and his complexion still looked good.

But Nanli was different.

Her princess robe was already heavy, and she had to wear a golden pearl crown on her head.

The weight wasn’t the problem—what mattered were the tassels pinned on both sides. If she moved too much, they would sway a lot.

She had to move gently and avoid any large movements.

She hadn’t stood for long, but her slightly powdered face had already turned sour.

Prince Zhuang, as a representative of the royal family, stood there reading the sacrificial text.

His voice was measured, and he read with passion.

But it was too slow!

Nanli glanced over and almost lost her temper.

He had only read half!

She couldn’t bear it any longer and was about to speak.

But before she could, Ye Siheng already coughed, acting weak.

Everyone turned to look.

His previously annoyed expression immediately changed.

Emperor Muwu asked with concern, "Ninth Brother, what’s wrong?"