All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Xie Zhanghua.

It was the name of the first concubine, Chu Yan's biological mother.

Not long ago, Shen Lingxi learned the name of the former Crown Princess from the mouth of Wu Anbo's ancestor.

But I didn't expect that the first time I saw this name was on the stone wall of this soul lock well underground palace.

Chu Yan stretched out his hand and stroked the name on the stone wall, his eyes darkened with anger.

Shen Lingxi told Chu Yan what Liu Meiren had said.

He looked at Liu Meiren and asked, "Where did that person bury the remains of the deceased?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Meiren Liu hurried to the corner of the dry pool, pointed to the ground, "here."

When Shen Lingxi approached, he realized that although a long time had passed, there was a bump in that place that was obviously bulging than other places.

The person who buried the things obviously didn't expect anyone to come to this underground palace, so they didn't tamp the soil down.

Shen Lingxi was planning to find something convenient to dig up the dirt bag——
Chu Yan has already strode over, "I'll come."

He drew a short dagger from his waist and cut into the ground.

The dirt bag that had already dried up cracked a gap.

Shen Lingxi hurriedly reached out to help.

With two hands, one big and one small, they pulled the soil bag away with a few strokes, revealing a black porcelain altar.

Chu Yan lifted the porcelain altar out of the soil, pried off the lid with a dagger, and took out the contents inside.

It was a white jade bracelet that had been broken into several pieces, and there were still traces of blood that had dried up on the white jade.

Chu Yan held those broken bracelets tightly in his palm and pressed them to his heart, his phoenix eyes were dark and dark.

"It's the bracelet A Niang wore when she died. Who hates her so much that she won't let her go even if she dies."

He was half kneeling on the ground, with his head bowed, his black hair hanging down, covering his face.

But the hoarse voice and slightly trembling broad shoulders carried a strong sense of sadness.

Unknowingly, Shen Lingxi's heart also seemed to be pulled hard.

The dead souls present, upon hearing this, immediately understood who this person was.

"My God, I didn't expect this name to be Xiao Langjun's mother."

"I still remember Xiao Langjun's mother, she was a very gentle and kind person."

"Remember, when Xiao Langjun was ten years old, because his mother passed away, he seemed to be seriously ill, and he hadn't been to the palace for two years."

"Ten years ago, wasn't it the time when Mrs. Xiaolang passed away? Could it be that the person who came to this underground palace to engrave letters was the murderer who killed Mrs. Mrs. Xiaolang?"

"I heard from the palace maids and eunuchs that Xiao Langjun's mother committed suicide..."

"This is even more wrong. Since it is suicide, how can someone come to the underground palace to do such a thing, unless there is a ghost in their hearts."

Shen Lingxi knew very little about the death of the first princess.

Hearing these words, she raised her eyes to Liu Meiren and the dead souls, "Does anyone remember the appearance of the person who came to the underground palace to engrave letters and bury the relics?"

All the souls looked at each other and were silent for a while before someone said hesitantly: "Although it has been ten years, I don't remember very clearly, but if I saw it, I would definitely recognize it."

When Shen Lingxi heard this, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she said in a low voice: "They still remember the man's appearance, let's go back now, I will try to draw the man down, and with the ability of the embroiderer, you will be able to find out That person, everything will be revealed."

At times like this, words of comfort seemed ineffective.

Only by doing something for the former crown princess can the spirit of the deceased be comforted, and the living can be relieved of their grief.

"Thank you." Chu Yan closed his eyes to hide the sadness in his eyes, "Okay, let's go back."

Shen Lingxi stood up with him, and suddenly found that the dead souls who were still a foot away from them, seemed to be frightened, and drifted away one after another.

"very scary."

"Xiao Langjun has such a strong evil spirit."

"Oh, what's wrong, I'm shaking all over."

Shen Lingxi looked at Chu Yan suspiciously, only to realize that his snow-colored cuffs were stained with blood at some point.

She immediately understood that these female ghosts, like Yu Zhu and An Wang before, were very afraid of Chu Yan's blood.

But, what is going on with this blood, how can there be blood?

"Wait." Shen Lingxi stepped forward and grabbed his hand.

Seeing his palm, drops of blood had already oozed out.

She whispered, "You're bleeding."

"It's okay." Chu Yan closed his palms, "I accidentally scratched, a little injury, and it will be fine after a while."

After he finished speaking calmly, he was worried about scaring her, and was about to put his hands behind his back——
But Shen Lingxi caught him again.

"It's windy and rainy outside. If you hold the bracelet in your hand, it will get wet. Let me keep it for you."

As she spoke, she took out a Supa from her sleeve pocket, inserted her soft fingertips into his tightly clenched palm, raised her almond eyes, and looked at him quietly, with a hint of undeniable rejection in her eyes.

She remembered what she had heard from Mu Huai'an about the past related to Chu Yan——
"When he was young, he saw his mother fall down a rockery and died tragically in his arms. Since then, he has had heart knots and cleanliness..."

If the broken bracelet with the blood of the former princess was in Chu Yan's hands, it might remind him of the past.

When Shen Lingxi thought of it, every time he saw blood, his demons would revive, and he could not just sit idly by after being sick for several days.

Chu Yan's eyes drooped slightly, looking at her clear and bright eyes, he felt that the soft touch of her fingertips resting on his palm seemed to have a kind of power, silently soothing the pain in his heart.

He let go.

Shen Lingxi wrapped up the blood-stained bracelet and put it in his sleeve properly. Seeing that the scar on his palm was still oozing blood, "Give me the handkerchief you carry with you."

She knew that he was a clean freak and always carried Supa with him.

At this moment, even Shen Lingxi didn't realize that she no longer regarded Chu Yan as that superior prince.

The soft voice also lost the previous alienation and respect, but instead carried concern from the heart.

This feeling of being "ordered" by others is a completely unfamiliar experience for Chu Yan.

He lowered his eyebrows, answered "OK" in a hoarse voice, took out the handkerchief in his sleeve, and handed it to her.

Seeing Shen Lingxi focused on bandaging his wound, Chu Yan felt a long-lost warmth gurgling into his heart from the Fang Supa.

"Okay." Shen Lingxi tied the veil on the back of his hand, bent the corners of her lips, and tried to smile at him encouragingly, "Let's go, go back."

As she spoke, she turned around and lifted the lantern, and walked towards the top of the underground palace first.

Chu Yan looked at her slender and petite back, with his hands behind his back, his thumb rubbed Fang Supa in the palm, and followed her step by step.

The two of them climbed up the stairs, one behind the other, and they hadn't reached the entrance of the underground palace——
Shen Lingxi saw Liu Meiren's soul, floating towards her in a hurry.

Liu Meiren was about to approach her like before, but she seemed to be afraid of something, and stopped a foot away.

"Little girl, it's not good, you should go and have a look quickly."

There was anxiety on Liu Meiren's bright face, "In the Dizang Hall above, that little girl who was determined to rob you of her husband died by hanging on the beam at some point!"