"The Cold Palace? You actually brought here?"
After Bai Zhi’er got off the carriage, she looked up.
The plaque of the Cold Palace, neglected over the years, swayed unsteadily.
Inside, the dilapidated courtyard was desolate beyond asure.
Long Xiyuan had a face full of mock laughter.
"Of course, isn’t the Cold Palace filled with resentful concubines and infatuated won?"
"Perhaps there have been wrongful accusations and cases we do not know of. If you can offer salvation to the wronged souls, it should be a significant rit, right?"
Long Xiyuan smiled lightly: "I have already thought carefully about how I can assist you."
This was the conclusion of his thoughts.
Bai Zhi’er pressed her brow.
Long Xiyuan was letting her discover it on her own.
She thought it was about those existing ghost disturbances.
Bai Zhi’er resignedly headed into the Cold Palace.
Long Xiyuan, alone, followed Feng Fuce, walking behind Bai Zhi’er.
Along the way, Long Xiyuan watched Bai Zhi’er look here and there.
As if she was indeed quite serious, searching for fierce ghosts.
He chuckled: "Speaking of which, I was curious, the young lady of Duke Huan’s family fell seriously ill, rumored to be possessed by spirits. Could it perhaps be related to you?"
Feng Fuce gave him a cold look, saying: "It has nothing to do with her."
Long Xiyuan glanced sideways: "So it must be related to you then?"
Bai Zhi’er turned her head, changing the subject: "In any case, she speaks harshly and sows discord daily."
"She was possessed because she’s a bad person herself, evil spirits love to possess such people the most."
Long Xiyuan pondered: "Then why don’t you help her with an exorcism, maybe you’ll gain the rit you want."
Bai Zhi’er snorted.
"I don’t help just anyone, I only solve worries for good people. Song Qingying even harms her own sister, why should I care about her?"
Long Xiyuan laughed heartily: "What a personality, I like it."
"Speaking of which, you and I seem to get along quite well, if only I had a sister like you."
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi’er let out a couple of dry laughs.
Brother, she already has quite a few!
Feng Fuce glanced at Long Xiyuan askance.
When they return, he plans to tell Bai Xingye about this to provoke him a bit.
Bai Zhi’er and the others walked around half a circle, not to ntion ghosts, they didn’t even see a single person.
She sighed softly: "It’s so peaceful here, it can’t get any more peaceful."
Looks like another futile search.
Long Xiyuan shrugged: "Perhaps it’s because when I ascended the throne, I had the Cold Palace cleaned once."
What kind of cleaning would leave not even a lingering ghost here?
Seeing Bai Zhi’er’s suspicious gaze.
Long Xiyuan smiled and explained: "I just had the bones here dug up and thrown into the well to seal them."
"I also had people perform salvation rituals, and with no one entering the Cold Palace all these years, that’s why it’s so clean."
Bai Zhi’er frowned: "Duke Huan says you’re a moody and tyrannical emperor, yet after all these years, not a single concubine has been sent to the Cold Palace?"
Long Xiyuan raised an eyebrow: "Oh? He dare speak ill of behind my back like that?"
"However, I really haven’t sent anyone to the Cold Palace, just out of laziness. Among the concubines in the harem, only a re three or four can see each month."
Bai Zhi’er nodded: "Yes, I’ve heard that you and the forr Empress were deeply in love, so it’s likely for her sake that you rarely visit others’ palaces."
When she said this, she intentionally observed Long Xiyuan’s expression.
As expected, whenever the forr Empress was ntioned, Long Xiyuan’s expression changed slightly.
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