The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife-Chapter 30: She is Being Melodramatic

Upon hearing his words, the Master of the Ling Jian Sect, along with the other vengeful spirits, burst into tears and laughter.

"Heavens have no eyes! Our Spirit Sword Sect has always done good deeds without seeking rewards, yet we suffered the calamity of annihilation for saving a few young ladies! Truly laughable! Laughable!"

Resentment filled the air.

The chilling wind grew fiercer. T

he formation, fueled by their resentment, instantly became fierce and unyielding.

Qing Feng’s heart skipped a beat.

What should they do now?

However, Ye Siheng remained calm and continued, "Zhou Sheng has already been detained and interrogated. I will uncover the mastermind behind this and bring justice to you."

"We don’t want justice, we only want them to pay with their lives, only that!"

"But you cannot leave this place. If you want them to pay, only I can help you,"

Ye Siheng threatened, raising his chin.

Qing Feng quickly interjected, "Yes, believe in the Prince. The Prince will surely help you avenge the true culprit. Even without tonight, the Prince would have sought justice for you!"

Tears streamed down the face of the Master.

Throughout his life, he had been upright and honorable.

If not for his tragic death, he would not have been consumed by such resentment and trapped in this place.

He never expected that, five years later, there would still be people who remembered the grudge of the Ling Jian Sect and were willing to seek revenge on their behalf.

"Thank you, Ninth Prince..." In an instant, the eerie resentment dissipated.

They did not wish to stay here and harm others by force; it was simply because no one remembered their tragic deaths, no one remembered their hatred, that their resentment lingered and prevented them from reincarnating.

The Master of the Ling Jian Sect knew that Ye Siheng would fulfill his promise, and thus their resentment was purified, allowing them to disperse with the wind and find their way to reincarnation.

With the dissipation of the resentment that sustained the formation, it quickly collapsed on its own.

The dense fog dispersed, revealing a clear path.

"Excellent! The path is open!" With a shout from Xie Beihan, Nanli and her group emerged from the ruins.

She looked puzzled but noticed two figures standing in front.

Under the cold moonlight, Ye Siheng’s slender figure and sharp facial features softened as he smiled gently.

"Miss Nanli, are you alright?"

"Why has the Ninth Prince come?" Nanli was somewhat surprised.

"I knew you hurriedly left the city with the token, so I followed to see what was happening," Ye Siheng said, swaying slightly.

Having endured the pain of standing for too long, his physical strength had already been depleted.

Qing Feng panicked and quickly had the Black Armor Guards bring in a wheelchair.

Nanli vaguely guessed that the sudden dissipation of the resentment was related to Ye Siheng.

She walked over quickly and instructed Qing Feng, "Take off you’re his shoes and socks, roll up his pants."

Qing Feng nodded and followed her instructions.

The Black Armor Guards held torches, illuminating the surroundings.

They saw that Ye Siheng’s two legs were rotten to varying degrees.

Ordinary people would assume it was due to poisoning, but Nanli could clearly see the curse’s malevolent energy surrounding the wounds, preventing them from healing.

Xie Beihan glanced back and couldn’t help but shudder.

Ye Siheng’s face and lips were pale, yet he said, "I’m fine."

"You stood for quite a while. The malevolent energy will spread throughout your body through your blood and cause harm. How can that be fine?"

Nanli took out a needle and acupuncture kit, burning a warding symbol on it.

She had Qing Feng bring the torch closer, then swiftly began needling.

After a moment, Ye Siheng’s furrowed brow relaxed.

The malevolent energy was contained, gathering back within his legs.

With the addition of calming and warding symbols, Ye Siheng’s condition stabilized.

Qing Feng wiped away his cold sweat and quickly expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Miss Nanli."

"No need," Nanli replied.

"I should be the one thanking you. Thanks to the Prince, the resentment of the Ling Jian Sect’s members has been dispelled."

She knew they were wronged and didn’t want to see them scattered and lost in despair.

But Ye Siheng’s appearance had turned the situation around, and now everyone was happy.

Qing Feng helped Ye Siheng put his shoes and socks back on.

The Black Armor Guards brought water and dry rations.

Indeed, Xie Beihan had been trapped in the ruins for a long time and was famished. Nanli also sat down casually, eating something to replenish her energy.

Ye Siheng took the opportunity to bring up the case of the Ling Jian Sect, saying, "Zhou Sheng has taken all the blame upon himself and hasn’t revealed the mastermind behind it. It seems that person holds a high position of power."

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Xie Beihan swallowed what was in his mouth and muttered, "Killing to cover up the trafficking of several girls? This matter runs deep."

As the Marquis of Zhenbei and the current Empress’s nephew, he understood that some things were not as simple as they seemed.

Ye Siheng cast a cold glance at Xie Beihan. "Regardless of the depth, I shall expose the mastermind," Ye Siheng never made empty promises.

Nanli couldn’t help but look at him. Ye Siheng didn’t notice and admonished her, "Have you learned your lesson this time?"

Xie Beihan still trembled with fear. He had regretted it since he was led into the ruins of the Ling Jian Sect. In order to protect him, only four out of ten guards remained. He had initially wanted to avenge his younger brother, but now he had involved even more lives.

"I know I was wrong," Xie Beihan muttered.

Nanli also solemnly said, "This person’s cultivation is not low. You must not act alone and provoke him."

Xie Beihan nodded hurriedly. If it weren’t for his sixth sister’s timely arrival, he would have been chopped up by those paper soldiers long ago.

After a brief rest, they settled in a nearby inn. Nanli, exhausted, fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

Early the next morning, Qing Feng came to wake her up, saying that breakfast was ready. The breakfast was set in Ye Siheng’s room.

Nanli sat down energetically and noticed that Ye Siheng looked well, indicating that he had slept well last night. To her surprise, the breakfast consisted of meat buns and pastries that suited her taste.

"Do you also enjoy eating these, Prince?" she asked casually.

"As I saw you eat them so much at the birthday banquet, I had them made," Ye Siheng replied.

Nanli blinked, thinking that Ye Siheng was truly too considerate. She had only helped him suppress his murderous aura last night, but the reason behind it was that he had helped her.

At that moment, Xie Beihan rushed in, his eyes lighting up. "Ninth Prince, you are truly amazing! You even had someone bring the chef from the palace."

Qing Feng didn’t move a chair for him, so he brought one over himself and said, "Since Your Prince is so thoughtful, I won’t hold back!"

He took the first meat bun and started eating. Seeing Nanli still stunned, he urged her to eat quickly and not be polite.

Nanli nodded absentmindedly, realizing that the Ninth Prince had always taken care of the younger generation. She had almost misunderstood him.

Ye Siheng’s face darkened. Xie Beihan shamelessly finished all the breakfast!

On the contrary, Nanli only ate two pastries to fill her stomach. He was about to ask if she wanted something else when a familiar voice sounded in the inn’s lobby, "Innkeeper, bring a pot of hot tea!"

Nanli went out to take a look and indeed, it was her own father. Delighted, she exclaimed, "Father!"

Chu Hanlin was dressed in a sturdy outfit, exuding a heroic aura. When he saw his daughter, he was also surprised. "Ling’er, what are you doing here?"

"Just something trial," Nanli didn’t intend to explain.

"Senior Brother, it’s her!" Someone behind them pointed at Nanli and shouted.

It was Li Zhengkui, whom they had seen at the Xiao’s residence earlier.