There were dead bodies on the street, which had been covered with bed sheets, curtains, etc., and many yamen workers with facial scarves were carrying the dead bodies out of the house.

Ye Qingyan stopped in front of a dead body, squatted down and lifted the curtain.

Shao Qing held her shoulder, "Aren't you afraid of having nightmares?"

"You didn't have nightmares last night."

"Because I am a man." Shao Qing blurted out, but after saying that, he turned his face awkwardly to look at other places.

Ye Qingyan smiled and said, "I am also a man. Do you think I am a woman?"

"...No." It's not that I feel it, it's you!

Ye Qingyan lifted the curtain and looked at the dead body below—

It was a female corpse, hanging from the top, with obvious hanging marks on her neck. The convex eyes stared at the person who was looking at her, and her black lips bent upwards, forming an extremely weird smile, as if she was greeting the person who was looking at him.

Ye Qingyan was startled, "No wonder the inn shopkeeper was scared to death."

"Aren't you afraid?" Shao Qing looked at Ye Qingyan, who had no obvious signs of fear, and was a little surprised.

Ye Qingyan replied: "Why are you afraid of a dead body? Can it jump up and hurt you?"

"maybe."

"In my opinion, living people are terrible. Dead people, no matter what, are they just rotten corpses. All fear comes from the imagination of living people. To put it bluntly, they scare themselves. And living people... are people who can really move, create trouble, and hurt you."

"You can see through it thoroughly, but most people are afraid." Shao Qing smiled.

"I was also the majority, for three years." Ye Qingyan covered the body and looked at another one, and the other one was wiping his neck and committing suicide. This time the expression on his face was extremely angry, and the muscles on his face were twisted. He looked at the other ones, and his expressions were crying, worrying, thinking, shock, and unwillingness... all kinds of expressions.

"How do you know that they died because of crying souls?" Ye Qingyan asked.

"The person who died of crying souls has different expressions, which is a major feature of it."

Ye Qingyan looked at the more and more dead bodies on the streets, and suddenly thought... If the crying soul was used in the palace, the consequences would be unimaginable. It is very likely that a dynasty would perish. This kind of thing is really terrifying!

"Is there any condition required to start the crying soul?"

"It obeys the orders of the people who raise it and does not require any conditions. It is just a crying soul, which can only be used three times in a lifetime. And the lifespan of the people who raise it is linked to the crying soul. If the crying soul dies, the people who raise it will surely die."

"Three times, one life... I don't know how many lives it will take. This kind of creature that exists against the will of heaven should not exist."

"It is indeed against the will of heaven. Especially another role in the rumors of crying souls."

"What rumors?"

"It is rumored that the crying soul can summon the dead souls and make the dead people return to their bodies. The recalled dead souls will often be removed from the life and death book of the underworld and become immortal people."

Ye Qingyan was stunned, "Is it true or false?"

"I haven't heard of empirical evidence, so it's just rumors."

"There is no evidence..." Ye Qingyan looked at the dead bodies all over the streets and swallowed his dry throat fiercely.

*******

"Empress—Empress—" The spring rain gently swayed Ye Qingyan.

Ye Qingyan frowned and opened his eyes very hard.

"Chunyu? Why are you here?" I had no idea where I was. My head was covered with dead bodies from Tianshui Village, and what I told Shao Qing about the Soul.

"Empress, are you dreaming? This is the royal palace?" Chunyu helped Ye Qingyan sit up and couldn't help looking at her worriedly.

Ye Qingyan was stunned for a long time before coming back to his senses from his dream, looking at the very familiar room, rubbing his forehead, "Chunyu, I'm hungry."

"You should be hungry, you've been hungry for two days." Chunyu helped her get up to take a shower and change her clothes.

After washing up, Ye Qingyan sat in front of the dressing mirror and looked at herself in the mirror... Her eyes were shimmering, her skin was as clear as snow crystals, and her plump and red lips seemed to be waiting for someone to love her. Her expression was charming and beautiful, her face was as bright as the moonlight, her eyes were even more misty than the stars, and her graceful posture was as dreamy as a dream...

"Sister Chunyu, I seem to have become better?" Ye Qingyan looked at herself in the mirror. After leaving Tianchi Villa, she had been wearing a mask for three months outside and never treated anyone with her true face. Even she hadn't seen this face under the mask for more than three months.

Chunyu came over with a set of red shiny palace skirts, looked at Ye Qingyan who was silly at her face, and smiled and said, "The Empress has always been very good. And the girl has changed in age. You are only sixteen this year, and you will change in another two years."

"...I know that girls change every time they grow up, but this has become too many, have I read it wrong?" Ye Qingyan twisted his face hard, and as a result, his cheeks seemed to have clouds flying, and his eyes were moister and more beautiful!

I never thought I was so beautiful before, but now, even she sighs herself, not narcissism.

Chunyu said for granted: "You are actually more like a lady now."

"lady?"

"Mrs. Ming, not Mrs. Ye."

"You mean my mother?"

"Yes, it didn't look very similar before, but now it's very similar."

"I don't really remember my mother's appearance..." Ye Qingyan tried hard to recall her mother Ming Longyue, but she was just a vague shadow and had no specific appearance.

The spring rain is bigger than her and the memory is deeper.

"The lady is very beautiful and beautiful. She has martial arts skills, so most people dare not mess with her. Because the lady really dares to hit people, the old lady was knocked to the ground by her wife."

"Ha, I've heard of this." Ye Qingyan couldn't help but laugh.

At that time, Mrs. Ye was just a side house and did not support her. However, because she gave birth to three sons for the old man, and each son had a son, the boy was particularly prosperous, so she walked sideways in the Ye family. Especially for Ming Longyue, who had only given birth to one daughter, she looked down on all kinds of things. Once, Mrs. Ye advised Ming Longyue to help Ye Guangzhi take a concubine to pass on the family line. As a result, Ming Longyue completely angered Ming Longyue. On the spot, Ming Longyue threw a shoulder-shoulder. The old lady lay straight for half a month before getting up.

"It's time for the empress to change her clothes. It's Mrs. Ye's birthday today, so I sent a post very early. I refused and accepted it, thinking that I would go on your behalf today. Since you are back, it's my own, and I'm finally free."
Chapter completed!