Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 380 The Saintess is Missing

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Chapter 380: Chapter 380 The Saintess is Missing

Qi Yu curiously took in the unfamiliar place, finding it to be the same as the Imperial City she had seen before, only livelier and lacking that ghastly, looming atmosphere.

"Princess, wait for me!" As she looked around, a panicked female voice suddenly came from not far away.

Qi Yu panicked for a moment, thinking to find a place to hide so as not to be discovered and cause trouble.

But she quickly realized that the people here seemed unable to see her.

For a maid in purple hurried past in front of her. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

There she was, a living person standing right in front of the maid, yet the maid in purple didn’t even glance her way and was hastily chasing after someone ahead.

Qi Yu raised her eyebrows in surprise, fully understanding now, it seemed she was in a dream.

It was just a question of whose dream it was.

She couldn’t have dreamed of a place she had never seen before for no reason, let alone create such vivid, real characters in her dream.

Therefore, this must be the dream of someone she didn’t know.

She snapped back to her senses and quickly followed the maid in purple.

The two of them ran one after another until they finally stopped in a pavilion.

The maid in purple, catching her breath and leaning on the palace door, said to the person standing in the center of the pavilion, back to her, "Princess!"

Qi Yu looked curiously to see a graceful figure in red, long ink-colored hair cascading down to her waist, not tied up but instead casually bound at the end with a red ribbon.

She subconsciously furrowed her brows, another woman in red.

"Ning Yue." The woman in red slowly turned around, her eyes smiling as she called out.

The one called Ning Yue was the maid in purple, who responded with a sigh, "Princess, don’t run so fast next time, I can hardly catch up!"

The princess smiled softly, her eyes curving as she looked at her and promised, "Alright, next time, I’ll definitely run slower."

The dream ended there, and another flash of white light took her away from that place.

In the space, Qi Yu suddenly opened her eyes, feeling dizzy in her head.

"What’s wrong?" Li Mingjue was sitting nearby resting, having just closed his eyes not long ago; he opened them when he heard her wake up and saw Qi Yu sitting up from the recliner with a look of terror, gasping for breath with her chest heaving.

Qi Yu looked at him blankly, "I just had a dream."

"A dream?" Li Mingjue saw her pale face and couldn’t help but frown, asking.

Qi Yu gripped his hand somewhat unsettled, Li Mingjue looked down at her slightly trembling fingertips, held her hand back, and soothed in a gentle voice, "It’s okay, it was just a dream, not real."

He had thought Qi Yu had a nightmare and had dreamed something unpleasant.

But Qi Yu shook her head and told him, "No, I saw a woman in red in the dream, she had the same face as the City Lord of the Ghost City."

"What?" A flash of surprise crossed Li Mingjue’s eyes.

Qi Yu took a deep breath and related the scene she had witnessed in her dream in detail to him.

After speaking, she rubbed her temples tiredly, "It seems there is indeed no shortage of stories about this Ghost City."

Li Mingjue nodded slightly, seeing her face still somewhat pale, he raised his hand to gently touch her head, consoling, "Don’t worry, the mystery will be unraveled one day."

Qi Yu looked at him and nodded as well, "Yes, I believe that day is not far off."

In Tulan, Shi Zhou and Shen Xiheng once again entered the Imperial Palace.

However, this time, they were not here to search for someone, but for the Saintess.

That day, ever since Shen Xiheng had heard about the Saintess from the people of Tulan, he had been deeply preoccupied with this identity.

For some reason, he always felt that the Saintess was intricately connected to the disappearance of Qi Yu and Li Mingjue.

And today, just as it happened, the Saintess had already entered the palace to prepare for the upcoming Holy Sacrifice Day.

The selection of Tulan’s Saintess occurred once every ten years, and the method of selection was quite strange, it wasn’t made by the king of Tulan directly, nor was it appointed by the previous Saintess.

Instead, it was chosen by Tulan’s State Preceptor together with the previous Saintess from among tens of thousands of Tulan’s women.

The choice of the Saintess was fundamental to Tulan, and her greatest role was to bless the nation, ensuring Tulan’s prosperity and the wellbeing of its people.

Therefore, in the selection of the Saintess, the people of Tulan could be said to be extremely cautious.

Five years ago, the new Saintess had already been found.

However, she had to undergo five full years of dedicated meditation in order to become a true Saintess in front of all Tulan people on Holy Sacrifice Day.

Shen Xiheng was skeptical about this belief.

He did not believe that a so-called Saintess could possess such great powers, but in the heart of every Tulanese, the Saintess was the most sacred and beautiful existence, therefore, no one from Tulan would question the role of the Saintess.

In order to successfully meet this mysterious Saintess, Shen Xiheng did not conceal his identity as before and disguise himself as a guard.

This time, he came as an envoy from Dazhao, representing the Emperor of Dazhao, regarding the whereabouts of their missing Prince and Princess.

With identity in hand, it was much easier for them to enter the Imperial Palace.

Early in the morning, a Tulan carriage was waiting outside the hostel.

Moreover, the one who came to escort them into the palace was none other than the State Preceptor of Tulan.

When Shen Xiheng was in Dazhao, as the Assistant Minister of Rites, he had interacted with Tulan’s envoys and had met the State Preceptor Jiutu several times, whose appearance was extraordinary, though his demeanor was somewhat gloomy.

He and Shi Zhou stepped down from the inn, and upon seeing them, Jiutu bowed slightly, greeting, "Master Shen, Commandery Princess."

Shen Xiheng returned the gesture, saying, "State Preceptor."

After an exchange of courteous greetings, they proceeded toward Tulan Imperial Palace.

Along the way, Shen Xiheng was constantly pondering about how to approach the subject with the Emperor of Tulan once they met.

He could not directly blame Tulan for the disappearance of Qi Wang and Qi Wangfei; such an approach was a bit too risky and might provoke the Emperor of Tulan, potentially causing unnecessary conflict.

But if he didn’t mention it, how could he meet the Saintess?

Noticing his furrowed brow, Shi Zhou asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Shen Xiheng looked at her and replied, "I’m thinking about how to meet the Saintess."

Shi Zhou blinked, "Since the Saintess is in the palace, it shouldn’t be that hard to see her."

Shen Xiheng smiled, "That’s true."

After all, the Saintess was within the palace walls, there would surely be an opportunity to see her.

He relaxed his expression and stopped thinking about it.

But when the carriage stopped in front of the Imperial Palace, they suddenly heard a flurry of hurried footsteps outside, accompanied by a very anxious voice: "State Preceptor, it’s not good, the Saintess is missing!"

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