Nanli slightly furrowed her brows and said, "You’ve been thanking so much that my ears are getting calluses."
Ming Ying wiped her tears and nodded, "Yes, I won’t say it anymore."
On the other side, Lord Chen, who had been trembling with fear when Nanli didn’t let him atone for his mistakes, felt as if the 100 taels and jade pendant were two heavy stones pressing on his heart, making it hard to breathe.
Finally, Nanli rembered him, "County Lord, what are you planning to do?"
Previously at the Ghost Market, she had noted his behavior, clearly not the kind of official who did practical work for the people.
Hearing this, Lord Chen was delighted but dared not show it. "I am aware of my mistakes. Please, Ninth Princess, give a chance to confess!"
Nanli nodded, which was exactly what she wanted. Firstly, she didn’t want to report to the Emperor and the Royal Heir. Secondly, she had more important things to do.
Before leaving, Lord Chen took away Yuan Liang and the mansion’s physician who concocted the poison.
It was getting late, and the sky was darkening.
The netherworld aura on Qiu Hai’s body could be suppressed by a talisman during the day, but as the sun set, the yang energy gradually dissipated, and the yin energy strengthened at night, making it hard to suppress the netherworld aura.
He imdiately dared not hold the little fourth miss any longer and handed her back to Ming Ying reluctantly, "Ancestor, I must leave now."
Nanli said, "Don’t look so down. I’ll take you out to play again soti."
Qiu Hai pouted, "Once is enough."
A second ti might not escape the old man of Heaven’s notice.
How could he bear to let his ancestor suffer because of him?
Ming Ying blinked, sowhat amazed and puzzled, "Sir, I wanted to invite you to stay for a al. You look old enough, why is your family so strict?"
Qiu Hai muttered, "Of course, if I miss the ti, I’ll be struck by lightning."
Ming Ying chuckled, thinking Qiu Hai was joking, "Then you should hurry back."
Originally, the little fourth miss was asleep, but now she woke up upon hearing Qiu Hai was leaving, opened her eyes, and fussed a bit.
Ming Ying didn’t imdiately understand her little daughter’s intention and quickly tried to soothe her.
However, Qiu Hai, who was sowhat reluctant to leave this newly born little dumpling in the human world, approached to pinch her little face, "Little dumpling, I must go."
Ming Sheng stopped fussing upon seeing him and smiled broadly.
Her little mouth curved up, looking incredibly cute.
Qiu Hai’s eyes brightened, and after so thought, he extended his hand, and a green Ghost Fire appeared in his palm.
But the little dumpling had no ornants on her since she was just born.
He stared straight at Nanli and pouted.
Nanli rolled her eyes, "Do you see as soone who brings jewelry when I go out?"
If her second brother were here, he could produce dozens of items with a wave of his hand, whether jade or gold.
Knowing what Qiu Hai intended, she asked the nanny to bring a small ornant suitable for a child.
Ming Ying, having anticipated her daughter’s birth, had prepared plenty of gold locks and jade pendants.
The nanny brought a small gold-inlaid jade longevity lock, delicate and luxurious, quite fitting.
Nanli glanced at it, secretly relieved for Ming Sheng. Ming Ying’s taste was decent, much better than her second brother’s.
Qiu Hai infused the Ghost Fire into the longevity lock and sealed it with an incantation.
He said, "This is my birth gift for her. If worn close, it can save her life in tis of danger."
People with better fates often faced more tribulations.
Overcoming them was essential to bear their fate.
Otherwise, they would either die young or live a mundane and uneventful life.
This little dumpling’s fate... was quite interesting.
Ming Ying, thinking this was so kind of spell, happily accepted it, "Sir, where do you live? I’ll have soone send you back."
"No need for the trouble." Seeing it was completely dark, Qiu Hai quickly opened the Nether Gate.
The gatekeepers imdiately bowed, "Hell Lord, you’re back!"
They should have addressed him as Hell Lord, but Qiu Hai found it too old-fashioned, like calling him a grandpa, so he had them call him Hell Lord.
Qiu Hai floated in, his movents light. Seeing the netherworld aura leaking out, he reluctantly bid farewell to Nanli, "Ancestor, do visit often!"
Nanli waved, "Don’t worry, I’ll co to you if I need anything."
Qiu Hai pouted, feeling that ant she wouldn’t visit him unless necessary.
But the Nether Gate couldn’t stay open long. With a sweep of his red sleeve, the gate closed.
Everyone in the room was dumbfounded, unable to react for a long ti.
Ming Ying finally couldn’t resist her curiosity and said, "Ninth Princess, that gentleman... his residence is quite unique, haha."
Dim and cold.
Even the servants had ghostly faces and fangs, looking quite eerie.
"The Netherworld is different from the human world," Nanli casually replied.
"?" Ming Ying trembled, "Netherworld? Underworld?"
Seeing her fear, Nanli reassured, "Actually, the Netherworld isn’t that scary. You’ll see when you die and go there."
Ming Ying felt even more terrified, smiling awkwardly to hide her fear, "That gentleman... he..."
Was she hearing things wrong?
How could the Hell Lord be so young and charming?
"He is the Hell Lord," Nanli confird, "You t him today, so you’re familiar now. If you have any grievances in the future, he’ll be the first to resolve them."
Ming Ying couldn’t smile anymore. Was she lucky or unlucky to et the Hell Lord?
And her daughter’s longevity lock contained the Hell Lord’s spell!
She felt complicated.
Nanli noticed her concern and said, "Don’t worry, he won’t bring misfortune. That Ghost Fire spell will indeed protect your daughter in critical tis."
Trusting Nanli’s words, Ming Ying felt relieved, "I was overthinking."
She wondered if the Hell Lord would know and feel hurt.
"As a mother, it’s natural to be cautious. Don’t worry about it," Nanli reassured her.
Ming Ying felt grateful again but refrained from expressing it to avoid annoying Nanli.
Though it was late, Yany’s poison needed to be removed.
Ming Ying, being in good health, insisted on accompanying them.
At Marquis Anyang’s Mansion, Ming Ying hesitated, feeling too lowly to enter the marquis’s residence.
Yany was five years old and quite heavy, making it hard for the nanny to carry her.
"I’ll do it," Nanli effortlessly lifted Yany from the carriage and headed inside, noticing Ming Ying and the nanny lagging behind. She urged, "The mansion is large. Keep up."
At night, it’s especially easy to get lost quickly.
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