My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 943 - 922: I’m Not a Very Proper Taoist

The General Zheng’s Mansion hung white lanterns and set up a mourning hall because Miss Zheng, who had been missing for three years, ultimately met her untimely demise, young and beautiful, leaving people lamenting. Especially after hearing that this girl was harmed by her future husband, it made people sigh even more.

If Luan Bailin were here, who knows how many rotten eggs and sewage would be thrown at him.

Even though there’s no trial yet, Luan Bailin hasn’t been doing well. His lower body was already severely injured, and now he’s haunted by Zheng Yao’s resentful energy. Overnight, that unspeakable area developed ghost sores, emitting a fetid pus and unbearable pain.

Besides the ghost sores, he kept reliving the terrifying nightmare of being assaulted, his belly swelling as if pregnant, then being buried alive and losing breath, with his soul being hopelessly trapped, unable to save himself.

This is a ghost-induced nightmare with an intense sense of immersion, and Zheng Yao wants him to constantly repeat the horrors she experienced, to feel her pain personally.

The number of people coming to the General’s Mansion to pay their respects was countless.

Qin Liuxi arrived as scheduled, but upon reaching the mourning hall, she saw a group of bald monks from the Yufu Temple, led by Master Hui Quan, who had come to chant the Rebirth Scripture for Miss Zheng’s soul.

Well, that saved her some trouble.

With palms together, Hui Quan chanted Buddha’s name to Qin Liuxi, saying, "The poor monk, following the abbot’s intent, has brought disciples to send Miss Zheng on her way."

"Buddha is merciful," Qin Liuxi nodded slightly.

Hui Quan took a seat by the side of the cushion outside the mourning hall and began chanting scriptures with a group of monks, drawing the attention of those who came to pay respects.

So many monks from the Yufu Temple came to chant the Rebirth Scripture; it’s quite a lineup.

Some believers listened to a segment of the scripture before leaving.

Standing in the mourning hall, Qin Liuxi cast a glance at Zheng Yao sitting crouched on the red sandalwood coffin. Witnessing the resentful energy around her gradually dissipating under the scriptures, she nodded approvingly.

Only when she resumed her lovely appearance before death, with the resentful energy gone, Qin Liuxi stepped forward and offered one stick of incense. From beside the Treasure Burning Bowl, she took several sheets of yellow paper, her fingers dexterously folding them into gold ingots, which she then burned in the bowl, saying, "Go say goodbye to your father."

Zheng Yao received the glittering ingots, speechless. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Sending off one’s child while having white hair is brutal. According to tradition, the Great General couldn’t personally stand guard and send her off; thus, he didn’t go to the mourning hall but sat dazed in his courtyard, accompanied by Lord Zuo and Elder Yu.

Obviously, Elder Yu came over after hearing rumors, and Lord Zuo thought he was gossiping, wanting first-hand news, which was quite shameless.

Elder Yu ignored the cold look, blocking his dissatisfaction with a single sentence.

"If it weren’t for me, would you have met the Junior Temple Master, and then recommended to the Great General?"

Lord Zuo was speechless and angrily plucked two beard hairs in irritation.

When Qin Liuxi arrived, she saw these two old fellows bickering and couldn’t help but cough to remind them to be considerate of the Great General’s emotions.

The Great General awoke with a start, looked up, and saw Zheng Yao’s appearance before her disappearance. Knowing why she had come, his tears immediately fell.

"Father," Zheng Yao floated over, knelt before him, her forehead resting on his knee, crying wretchedly.

Qin Liuxi gave them some time, meanwhile casting a spell to summon ghost messengers.

Soon after, a gust of cold wind brought ghost messengers, who bowed to Qin Liuxi.

Qin Liuxi burned two gold ingots as fees for running errands and advised them to wait a little longer before she called out to Zheng Yao, "It’s time to leave."

The Great General, his heart wrenched, showed reluctance yet waved with resolve, "Go ahead, don’t worry about me; I will live happily."

Zheng Yao kowtowed nine times, step by step leaving his sight. Standing at the doorway, she wanted to look back, but Qin Liuxi restrained her.

"Don’t look back, and don’t leave regrets in the mortal world. It’s beneficial neither for you nor for the living."

Zheng Yao pressed her lips together and ultimately didn’t turn back, reaching the ghost messenger’s side.

After the ghost messenger saluted Qin Liuxi, he led Zheng Yao away.

"Old Zheng, Old Zheng," Lord Zuo’s startled voice came from inside.

Qin Liuxi sighed, entered, helped him onto the couch to lie down, administered acupuncture, and fed him a pill, saying, "Overwhelmed by emotions, grieving for his son, let him sleep for a while."

Lord Zuo sighed.

Elder Yu said, "Handling these matters tirelessly, we owe you."

Qin Liuxi replied, "I happened to come across the situation, and since I know how, I can’t ignore it."

Elder Yu nodded, looking at the Great General’s aging face, saying, "Old Zheng is probably going to be lonely from now on, and his old mother too..."

"Adopting another son may be some consolation."

That’s reasonable too.

After Qin Liuxi stood for a while, she returned to the mourning hall but noticed two people accompanied by the steward from the Zheng Mansion. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

It was the Second Prince Qi Yuntai and Young Master Boyin, Yu Linglan.

With such major upheavals in the Yu Family, Yu Linglan hadn’t returned for mourning; was it dissatisfaction with Yu Changkong taking over as clan leader or disdain so he didn’t go back?

Wearing a plain garment, Yu Linglan might have sensed Qin Liuxi’s gaze, glanced over briefly surprised, and then slightly nodded.

The two entered the mourning hall, accepted the incense handed by the servant, offered three bows, and stepped back.

Qi Yuntai even asked the steward where the Great General was, wanting to offer his condolences.

The steward, his arm wrapped in black gauze, replied mournfully, "My lord is too heartbroken and recently fainted again, unable to meet Your Highness."

"No problem, I’ll request the Imperial Physician to visit the manor when I return to the palace to tend to the pulses of the General. Though the deceased is gone, may the Great General find solace in the changes," Qi Yuntai said gently.

The steward expressed his gratitude.

Yu Linglan, however, walked toward Qin Liuxi, saying, "Last year at Jiuxuan, I met the master; now we cross paths again. May I ask, are you the rumored Daoist doctor Buqiu?"

Qin Liuxi nodded, "Indeed, that’s me."

Yu Linglan remarked, "Taoist Buqiu’s Taoism is profound. Elder said a Taoist Buqiu from Li City Qingping Temple solved the Yu Family’s troubles, and Yu Linglan is here to thank the master."

Qin Liuxi stepped forward two paces, perplexing him, meeting eyes closely, asking, "Do you truly thank me?"

Yu Linglan’s expression unchanged, "Certainly."

Qin Liuxi smiled, "I’ve calculated, you’re lying!"

Yu Linglan: "?"

"With a fortunate mistake, I pushed Yu Changkong to the clan leader position. You probably despise me, drawing silly figures of me behind my back, cursing me daily, huh," Qin Liuxi remarked with a smile.

Yu Linglan’s eye twitched, "Master sure jests."

"Hmm, this Taoist isn’t very serious!" Qin Liuxi shifted her tone, addressing the approaching Second Prince, "Rumor has it if a son of the Yu Family emerges, he’ll choose a wise leader himself; seems Mr. Yu bets on this prince."

Yu Linglan: "True friendships..."

"You’re not as interesting as Yu Changkong," Qin Liuxi clicked her tongue, interrupting, "You’re quite a good actor, but still a bit fake!"

Yu Linglan’s smile stiffened: "!"

Qin Liuxi said no more, bypassed him, entering the mourning hall, her palm pressing her waist, with no reaction from the Qiankun Soul Devouring Mirror!

Not him?