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The first thing that catches the eye on the folding book is the words "Yongning Marquis's Residence".

In the Yongning Marquis's mansion, Marquis Song Qian was pierced by ten thousand arrows in the battle of Qianzhou, and his body was never found after the battle.

When Lady Lu, the wife of the Marquis, learned of Song Qian's death, she died of grief.

The second wife, Song Shiyin, got into a fight with someone at a brothel over who would be the top courtesan. He provoked the fight and was beaten to death.

Those words, in Song Qingning's eyes, were exactly the same as what Song Qingyan had said.

but……

That's not the truth!

The truth told by Song Qingyan echoed in her ears, and the hatred that had been dormant in her heart for a long time surged up like a tide, dense and overwhelming, making her almost suffocate.

Hearing the rapid breathing behind him, Xie Xuanjin immediately confirmed his suspicions.

But the breathing behind him, clearly tinged with pain, made his heart tighten.

The contents of the folded book stung her!

Before he could close the folding book, he heard Song Qingning's voice behind him:

"That's not true. Father didn't die in battle. He was a brave man; how could he have died so easily? It was Song Qingyan, it was Lady Liu, they killed Father!"

"My mother did not commit suicide for love; she was murdered by Song Qingyan and Liu Shi..."

"And what about my brother? With his character, how could he possibly compete with someone for the title of courtesan? He certainly wouldn't fight in a brothel. It was Song Qingyan and Madam Liu..."

She called Song Qian's father, Lu's mother, and Song Shiyin's brother, each word filled with hatred and pain. Her voice tugged at Xie Xuanjin's heart, causing him to feel a strange pang of pain.

"Liu Shi, Song Qingyan, Song Mingtang, they were wolves in sheep's clothing, plotting to seize the Marquis's mansion, causing the tragic deaths of my entire family of four. How laughable! Even as a ghost, I cannot take revenge. I cannot harm them in the slightest. Heaven, how unjust..."

Song Qingning's heart was filled with a mixture of hatred, resentment, and irony.

She retreated to the bookshelf and curled up.

A sense of powerlessness almost drove her mad.

"If I cannot take revenge, why should I still exist in this world? Perhaps... perhaps..."

The voice gradually weakened, as if the person had given up hope of dying.

Xie Xuanjin seemed to realize something, his heart trembled, and he blurted out urgently, "I will avenge you."

As soon as the words left his mouth, both the human and the ghost in the room were stunned.

The air was quiet for a long while; you could hear a pin drop.

Xie Xuanjin remained seated at his desk, his back to the bookshelf and also to Song Qingning.

Song Qingning slowly raised her head in shock. Her eyes were initially uncertain, but the words "This king will help you take revenge" echoed in her mind. They were so real, not an illusion.

but……

A guess popped into Song Qingning's mind, but she couldn't believe it was true.

Until she came into view, the man sitting at the desk slowly got up and turned to walk towards her.

Just as he walked up to her, Song Qingning subconsciously took a step back, her "body" embedding itself into the bookshelf.

As she retreated, Xie Xuanjin's gaze followed her, shifting slightly backward.

Those dark eyes seemed to see through everything.

"I will avenge you!" Xie Xuanjin spoke again.

The voice was still clear; Song Qingning was certain he was speaking to her, and he…

"Can you see me?" Song Qingning asked.

The voice sounded tense.

Xie Xuanjin shook his head. "I can't see it."

Can't see it?

"Can you hear me?" Song Qingning immediately followed up with the question.

Xie Xuanjin nodded.

Song Qingning was still processing this shocking news. "So, His Highness Prince Huai could hear me in the dilapidated temple? So, just now, His Highness Prince Huai was testing me, trying to find out who I am?"

Xie Xuanjin felt somewhat guilty for having stirred up her hatred earlier.

"Yes."

Xie Xuanjin did not deny it.

A silence fell over the air, lasting for quite a while; even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

Has she left?

Xie Xuanjin's eyes trembled slightly, and he was about to speak when Song Qingning's voice rang out again:

"Your Highness, aren't you afraid of me?" Song Qingning finished speaking, but then seemed to remember something, her smile turning bitter. "I can't even harm my own enemies, so how could I possibly frighten Your Highness?!"

She's still alive!

Xie Xuanjin didn't realize that he had actually breathed a sigh of relief.

He followed the sound, gauging her location, and "looking" into her eyes. He spoke again, word by word, "This king can help you take revenge!"

Hearing these words again stirred something within Song Qingning.

As if to confirm whether he was telling the truth, Song Qingning asked urgently, "Really?"

"really!"

"But why? When I was alive, I had no connection with His Highness Prince Huai. We were completely unrelated. Why did His Highness help me for no reason..."

What kind of good deal is that?

Before Song Qingning could finish speaking, Xie Xuanjin interrupted her, "It wasn't without reason; I also have enemies!"

Song Qingning was slightly taken aback. "Who is it?"

"Emperor Yuan!"

Xie Xuanjin took a deep breath, then turned around and squatted down, his tall body leaning against the bookshelf behind him, and told her about the death of Crown Prince Wenzhao.

He had never mentioned that past in front of anyone, but now, as he spoke of it to Song Qingning, it was as if they were exchanging secrets and hatred.

"That day, he originally intended to poison me as well, but unfortunately..."

Xie Xuanjin's voice was laced with intense sarcasm.

Song Qingning knew about the death of Crown Prince Wenzhao, but she was unaware that such a truth was hidden within.

"For so many years, he hated me, feared me, and wished he could kill me. Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore. A few months ago, he originally planned to kill me when I went to the Northern Border, but fortunately I discovered it. I could only lead the Shence Army to fight back. After that, the charge of treason was suppressed."

"Ha, treason?"

"Let him rebel if he wants. I knew there would be a day of rebellion when he imprisoned my mother in the cold palace."

Xie Xuanjin spoke calmly, but beneath that calm lay an overwhelming hatred.

That night, a human and a ghost talked about their pasts all night long.

Before dawn, Xie Xuanjin said to Song Qingning, "Song Qingyan, Liu Shi, and that Song Mingtang are all Xie Yuqi's people. They are enemies all around. Avenging you is just a side effect."

He could take revenge for her as a side benefit, but Song Qingning couldn't accept it with a clear conscience.

When it got dark and Xie Xuanjin returned to the room, Song Qingning had already made her decision.

"Although I am dead, I once led troops into battle. I am skilled in riding and archery, and I am good at troop deployment. Although I cannot fight on the battlefield, I can still offer advice and strategies to His Highness Prince Huai."

"If Your Highness, the Prince of Huai, does not find it offensive, I swear to die for you..."

Song Qingning paused slightly when she said "swear to die".

She is already dead, so she cannot die again.

But at this moment, nothing could express her determination better than these two words. She paused, then continued, "Your subject swears to serve you to the death!"

Song Qingning became Xie Xuanjin's subordinate.

No one knew she existed.

But others could sense Xie Xuanjin's change, a change that even had a strange quality to it.

For example, he often talks to himself, as if he is talking to someone.

But there was no one else beside him.

For example, he always summoned people to discuss matters at night.

For example, late at night he had Wanliang take the military books off the bookshelf, put them in the courtyard, and open them one by one.

He said: "Military books have been sitting for too long, they need to be aired out!"