Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 383: Then I’ll Just Wait for You to Come and Kill Me

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Then I’ll Just Wait for You to Come and Kill Me

Although Qi Yu had never thought that she could easily leave this place, hearing the news still shocked her.

Anxiously, she thought to herself, "Can I really not get out?"

Am I destined to stay in such a ghostly place for the rest of my life?

Li Mingjue clasped her cold hand and looked coldly at the woman in red standing in the center of the palace, and said coldly, "You are lying."

The City Lord clicked his tongue impatiently and shook his head silently, "Do you know how many people have entered the Ghost City over these years?"

Li Mingjue merely looked at her indifferently, remaining silent.

The City Lord chuckled, his tone nonchalant, "Over the years, I’ve noticed that the smarter the people are, the shorter they live. On the other hand, the fools manage to survive a bit longer. Do you know why?"

Li Mingjue knew she was hinting at something and responded softly, "Why?"

The City Lord raised an eyebrow, the look in her eyes full of mockery, "Because smart people tend to outsmart themselves."

Li Mingjue stared coldly at her and said, "Being too clever is better than deceiving oneself."

The City Lord scoffed disdainfully, "Since you are so confident, you must know how to get out, right?"

Li Mingjue glanced at Qi Yu, saw that she had regained some color, and finally relaxed.

He slightly tilted his head, staring directly into the City Lord’s icy eyes, amidst her threatening and warning expression, he said calmly, "Just by killing you, we can leave this place."

After his words, the palace was quiet for a long time.

It was not until a raspy, lazy laughter broke the silence.

The City Lord, as if hearing a joke, lightly stroked her lips with her fingertips and broke into a crisp laugh, "That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in years."

Qi Yu, fearing she might attack, tensed up and prepared to dive into the space at any moment.

If there was anything more magical than the Ghost City, it could only be this space that had come to this world with her.

Once inside the space, to everyone else, they would disappear.

Not even if they dug three feet into the ground, could they be found.

But the City Lord did not get angry. After her laughter ceased, she turned around, walked up the steps, and sat on her throne.

Qi Yu then noticed that the throne appeared to be made from a single piece of white jade, glossy and looking very cold.

The snow-like pure white of the throne and her vivid red attire created a striking contrast, dazzling the eyes for a moment.

She didn’t sit properly; rather, she leaned lazily against the back of the throne, supporting her head with one hand, her eyes slightly narrowed, and her tone was lazy, "Then I’ll just wait for you to come and kill me."

After she spoke, she didn’t give them a chance to respond, summoned the ghost envoy, and had them taken away.

The carriage stopped in front of Ningzhu Pavilion. The ghost envoy politely helped them out of the carriage, then left with the ghost envoys back to the Imperial City.

Afterward, the ghost envoys that had been patrolling the city disappeared, and the Ghost City returned to its usual state.

In a blink of an eye, ten days had passed since the Prince and the Princess had disappeared. freёnovelkiss.com

And the Holy Sacrifice Day in Tulan had arrived.

The Tulan Imperial Family vehemently denied that the disappearance of the Prince and Princess had anything to do with them, and sent people to search throughout Tulan City and several surrounding small cities, but no one was found.

Shen Xiheng, although he did not believe that it had nothing to do with them, had no evidence at the moment and could only watch quietly for now.

On Holy Sacrifice Day, Jiutu had come early to invite them to enter the palace.

The two mounted the carriage, entered the Imperial Palace, and seated themselves in front of the altar, waiting for the Saintess to arrive.

According to custom, the Saintess was to parade around the city first, then enter the palace, receive an audience with the Emperor, and thereafter conduct the blessing ceremony at the altar.

Shen Xiheng felt that this whole process was unbearably cumbersome; they and a group of others had waited in the palace all morning, yet the Saintess had not appeared.

However, he had glanced several times in the direction of the second Prince, feeling that this man was distracted, apparently lost in thought about something.

The others all wore expressions of tense anticipation, while only he, occasionally furrowing his brows as if troubled by something.

Shen Xiheng took note of the second Prince’s expression, intending to find an opportunity to test him.

He had long heard that this second Prince was profoundly scheming and not an easy person to deal with.

Previously, he had tested him, and the performance of the second Prince was impeccable.

He even took on this troublesome task voluntarily and righteously declared that he would give them an explanation.

Naturally, Shen Xiheng was skeptical, but his performance was above reproach, and there was no reason to seek trouble, so he kept his suspicions to himself for the time being.

At noon, the Saintess finally entered the palace.

Everyone craned their necks to see, curious about what kind of person could be chosen as the Saintess.

Shen Xiheng also looked toward the Saintess and saw a woman dressed in purple, her lower face covered with a thin purple veil, slowly arriving on the procession carriage.

From such a distance, he couldn’t make out the features of the woman clearly, but the Tulan people, naturally loving beauty, presumably wouldn’t choose a Saintess who was not pleasing to the eye.

As the carriage approached, the Saintess, supported by two similarly veiled women, stepped down and walked up to the Emperor to politely perform a bow.

Then, she turned and headed toward the direction of the altar.

Everyone was engrossed in the solemn ceremony, their expressions very grave.

Only Shen Xiheng slightly furrowed his brow.

He didn’t know if it was his misperception, but he always felt there was something odd about this Saintess.

Those eyes were cold, void of any superfluous emotions.

The enlightened monks he had met, although also transcendent, had always harbored a compassionate benevolence in their gaze.

But this Saintess, perhaps due to her young age, had nothing in her eyes but indifference, resembling a walking corpse.

Shen Xiheng suppressed the doubts in his heart and silently observed the Saintess’s movements on the altar.

She was performing a dance he couldn’t understand, while the surrounding Tulan people had already closed their eyes, hands clasped together, solemnly chanting something.

Shen Xiheng listened closely; they were merely some prayers.

Regaining his composure, he looked up to the stage only to see the Saintess staring straight at him.

Those icy eyes seemed to freeze Shen Xiheng in place, his eyes shrinking suddenly.

But in a blink, that feeling disappeared, and by the time he came to his senses, the Saintess had already withdrawn her gaze. Standing barefoot on the altar, she didn’t recite the blessing words, but instead suddenly let out a cold laugh.

This laugh was so abrupt that those originally immersed in their prayers opened their eyes bewildered, looking toward the altar.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, removing the purple veil from the Saintess’s face, revealing a face that shocked everyone present.

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