"So she was really reminding you in such a way." Zhi’er exclaid, a bit surprised.
The forr Empress had a delicate mind, enduring countless days where the truth couldn’t be spoken, facing both the demands of Prince Li Zheng and the suspicion from her lover, Long Xiyuan.
How painful must that have been for her?
Zhi’er walked to the bedside where she had once slept.
She gently stroked it and nodded: "The aura here is very sorrowful. During sleepless nights, the forr Empress might have been crying."
Long Xiyuan was in a daze: "I never knew she... she was doing it for my own good."
Suddenly, Zhi’er hesitated slightly: "Huh?"
Long Xiyuan imdiately beca nervous: "What is it?"
Zhi’er glanced back: "You’ve invited so many Taoists and Monks to summon her soul, hasn’t she ever co back?"
Long Xiyuan nodded.
His gaze was sowhat heavy.
Because when he hurried over, the forr Empress had already passed away.
Leaving behind only a ledger.
At that ti, he thought it was her final stubbornness.
The death of the forr Empress provided Long Xiyuan a reason to eliminate those against him.
For years, he used this legitimate excuse to demote or execute many officials under the charge of disrespect towards the Empress.
Thus, his main goal was to regain power rather than truly attempting to summon the forr Empress’s soul.
The ritual was rely for the public to see.
Yet unexpectedly, perhaps because the forr Empress knew his heart lacked sincerity, she never appeared.
Nor did he ever dream of her.
Long Xiyuan’s gaze revealed so forlornness.
"Maybe she knew after her death, I used it to make a fuss, and beca angry."
And thus refused to appear before him.
Zhi’er shook her head: "She considered things thoroughly when she was alive, so she wouldn’t be mad over this after her death."
"Obviously, the forr Empress knew you were in a difficult situation, so she beca your secret helper."
"There’s definitely another reason why she hasn’t co."
With that, Zhi’er closed her eyes.
Long Xiyuan knew Zhi’er had so abilities and quickly asked, "Can you ascertain the reason?"
Beside them, Feng Fuce calmly interjected: "Don’t disturb her."
Long Xiyuan imdiately fell silent.
Zhi’er sensed the aura for a mont.
She then opened her eyes and sighed softly.
Long Xiyuan’s heart instantly tightened.
"What happened? Has she reincarnated or is she suffering?"
Zhi’er shook her head: "Neither. You know, so people hold such deep obsessions in life that after they die, they continue living for those unfulfilled desires."
"She would remain trapped in past tis until her obsession is resolved."
"But usually, it’s hard to resolve because the person is gone and the past has transpired, how can it be rewritten?"
Long Xiyuan widened his eyes: "You an, her soul lingers in the past?"
Zhi’er nodded.
"She doesn’t even realize she’s dead, rely repeating those days over and over again."
"Do you know what her obsession is?" she tilted her head to ask.
Long Xiyuan furrowed his brow: "I don’t know, I gave her all the Empress’s honors and privileges when she was alive."
Feng Fuce leaned against the wall with folded arms, coldly reminding: "But you never gave her care and love."
Long Xiyuan fell silent, unable to refute.
Zhi’er nodded in agreent: "Perhaps that’s why, and so our task is quite troubleso."
"We need to return to the past and ensure that the you of that ti falls for her. It’s really difficult!"
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