Chapter 1778 - 1716: The ‘Ghost’ in the Darkness
Chapter 1778: Chapter 1716: The ‘Ghost’ in the Darkness
After Jia Yi withdrew, Ah Jiu summoned a few more people to discuss and began arranging the matters for going to the Northern Region. By the time everything was settled, the sky had long turned completely dark. He sat alone in the study, without lighting a lamp, and pondered with his eyes closed.
It was already mid-April, and it had been several months since returning from Nanyue. Yet, he found himself missing Wufu more than ever because of the burden in his heart; he desperately wanted someone to whom he could confide.
But, that person was not there.
Even if she were, how could he bring himself to say it to her? How could he tell her that his Imperial Brother, whom he regarded as both father and brother, was actually having an affair with his biological mother?
He had yet to obtain solid evidence, but what he had seen and heard over the past few months made it impossible for him to trust his Imperial Brother.
If the truth was indeed as he suspected, what should he do?
Ah Jiu sat in the pitch-black study, feeling an unprecedented sense of loneliness, isolation, and helplessness.
As night fell, demons and evil spirits came out to haunt.
Every palace harbors countless demons and evil spirits lurking in the shadows, unseen by the public.
An abandoned palace overgrown with weeds, with cockroaches and rats scurrying around, had its dilapidated window frames creaking in the night sky, as if a wailing sound were coming from within, causing any passing palace maids and eunuchs to avoid it from afar, not daring to approach.
Legend has it that this palace was once the residence of a favored consort of the former emperor. Later, due to performing talismanic rituals, she was exiled here. On the night of a full moon, she wore a bright red dress and hanged herself from the rafters in a bizarre manner, and since then, it’s been rumored to be haunted, with no one daring to come near.
At this moment, two shadows slipped through the Corner Gate into the palace, passed through the overgrown weeds, heading straight for the rear hall. One of them stopped in front of the hall.
Behind the tattered curtains of the rear hall, a man stood by the window. Upon hearing footsteps, his body shuddered but then relaxed again.
Behind him, the footsteps drew closer, accompanied by a waft of subtle fragrance, as a pair of soft, boneless hands crept up his chest from behind.
"Brother Xing..."
The man shivered all over, turned around, and lifted the woman shrouded in a black robe onto the window-front desk, roughly tearing at her clothes beneath her robe with his large hands.
The woman panted urgently, saying, "Brother Xing, slow down..."
The man seemed not to hear, stripping off his clothes with one hand, under the weak light seeing that the garments on the floor were the uniform of a third-class guard in the palace.
Rip.
Her dress tore apart, and the man pressed her down, the impact knocking the desk against the wall, causing the already broken window lattice to fall with a clatter onto the outer corridor.
"What was that sound?" A patrolling guard happened to pass by inside the palace and stopped in his tracks.
Inside the hall, the intense movements of the couple froze.
The woman’s tight grip made the man emit a muffled groan of pleasure, as something within him found release, lightly biting on her shoulder, exhaling a long breath.
Meow.
A stray cat appeared on the palace’s outer wall, then disappeared without a trace.
"Just a stray cat, let’s go!"
"Every time we pass this haunted place, I can’t help feeling inexplicably scared. Hey, do you think that female ghost really haunts this place?"
"You wish! I heard that favored consort was the most beautiful woman in the world. If she does appear, you’d be in luck, a night of bliss, hehe."
"Get out of here..."
The guards continued to tease as they walked away, leaving the couple who had been engaging in illicit love in the hall to exchange a glance in the darkness.
"Female ghost?"
"You are that female ghost." The man caressed the woman’s soft, smooth face, his other hand wandering over her voluptuous form.
The ’female ghost’ chuckled low, her voice as cold as if echoing from Hell: "I wish I were a female ghost, soul-hooking, making them wish they were dead."