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y dad pushed me out.I know he's afraid of me dying like Mom did, in my early thirties, so he tries to keep me away from their world.But how can I get awayEvery night, a ghostly face of a husband cling..."I rarely see Bai Wu Chang like this, so lazy. I looked at him curiously and asked, "Is the Seventh Lord free"

"Idle I'm supervising that ghost monkey work."

He grinned and took the soul-collecting hook. He flew down from above and reached out to take a young man being held by a maid: "Little Emperor Jun~~ You've grown up~~ Little Empress finally agreed to bring you to the underworld, hihihi~~"

He drifted by my side, leading the way and teasing, "Little Empress, you're right on time today."

"On time" I looked at him in confusion.

He gave a meaningful smile. "The Celestial Emperor is currently in the Heavenly Palace. Would you like to go see him Or perhaps rest at Yǐnjǐng Heavenly Palace Or...go to Wàngwǎngtái and chat with Mèng Shū~"

What does this mean, his tone of voice is obviously abnormal, as if he's hinting at me going to the Forgetting Platform.

Taking children to the Ghost Festival That place doesn't seem very safe, with so many ghosts just arriving in the Underworld... I'd better leave them at Yin Jingtian Palace first.

I silently recited the sacred scriptures of Taichi, and a stylish carriage soon appeared before me driven by a young boy.

He put the gourd away and, with a smile on his face, said: “Little Lady’s gone back to her husband’s family with the child But the underworld isn't suitable for children to grow up in, so you can't stay too long.”

"Alright…you watch the kids for me, I'll go to the wine shop." I whispered.

"Huh!" the child stammered, "Why are you looking for me"

"Because although you look young, you are still quite reliable..." I praised him insincerely.

He pouted, dissatisfied: "I'm not small! I've served a Great God for millennia. It's only been a few hundred years in this lifetime..."

Well, having lived so many lifetimes, he's still a child

Actually, it's fine to leave the two little ancestors in the Yinjingtian Palace. This is the core of the underworld, and there isn't much danger here.

Xintiān kept watch at the mountain gate, with her red and black robes protecting the little ancestor. Jiang Qiyún was also in the Tiānzǐ Hall at the front of the mountain. The possibility of something happening was too small.

It's a pity to keep them in the Underworld forever. They can't grow without the Yin and Yang energies. Otherwise, this place is quite safe.

After settling the two little ancestors, Bai Wu Chang brought me to the edge of Huangquan River. He chuckled and pointed at the magnificent stone bridge: "Little Madam, I'll just go across there. If those new souls are hit by my aura, the weak ones are likely to fall into the endless abyss."

"Alright... I'll go myself." I watched as his figure dissipated like smoke—wait, was that a clone

On the grand and imposing stone bridge, a new soul wandered. I kept to the side, trying to blend in as I walked, but the celestial maidens of the Forgotten Stage still spotted me.

I can't quite remember the names of these fairy women. The kind and elegant Mengpo God transformed so many young fairies to work, the one I remember most clearly is Meng Shu.

Meng Shu, this talkative beauty, saw me from afar and immediately jumped up and waved her hands: "Little Empress, over here, over here!"

She shoved the bowl in her hand into the ghostly hands in front of her and jumped down to say to me, “How did you get here Is something the matter”

I don't know why I came here, but I felt like Qiyye seemed to be hinting that I should come to the Forgetful Terrace.

"Oh my, there are so many people today! I'm swamped, swamped. I can't be away from my post for too long, could you please come talk to me" She hurriedly tugged on my sleeve and ran back to her station.

I sat behind the large cauldron, overwhelmed with emotion. The first time I came here, I was terrified out of my wits, afraid that I would be impaled by iron hooks like other ghosts, or have boiling water poured down my throat through copper pipes.

Now I am actually sitting on the high platform behind them, watching them busily distributing Meng Po soup.

Many ghosts, few people, the result is irritable tempers, there's no reasoning here, it's the cycle of life and death. You either accept it, or you're forced to accept it.

Meng Shu's temper flared, and any ghost who dared to disobey was subjected to cruel torture. She would feed them soup and then drag them down, punishing them however she pleased.

I feel uneasy sitting here. All these little spirits and deities are busy as can be, and I'm just sitting here observing That's too embarrassing, isn't it

So I volunteered to help, which meant helping a little errand boy ladle soup into the bowls.

Legend has it that Mengpo Soup resembles wine but is not. It has all five flavors—sweet, bitter, sour, salty, and pungent—corresponding to the joys, sorrows, loves, and regrets of human life.

How much unspeakable love, hate, joy and sorrow, ultimately nothing more than a grand dream. Sorrow is a lifetime, joy is a lifetime, anger and resentment are a lifetime, indifference is also a lifetime.

I stirred the pot of steaming "warm wine" with a spoon and asked, "Meng Shu, will drinking this really make you forget your past ambitions"

"What are you doing Your Highness, drinking this won't do anything! Don't even try it, if you drink it and get a bad stomach we can't afford to anger the Emperor…"

"I'm just a little curious." I wouldn't drink this unknown liquid...

As I was casually chatting, a ghost stood under the stage, staring at me blankly. Suddenly, it knelt down and cried, "Ms. Mu, save me! Please spare me..."

I was taken aback. It's strange to be called "Miss Mu" in the Underworld.

Meng Shu was also stunned: "Oh, this ghost has some skill. It's actually conscious... Where did it come from"

She turned her head to ask the yamen officer, who hurriedly lowered his head to check. I watched as the ghost's head was half broken, it must have died in a car accident or other incident.

He looked at me, kowtowing and saying, “Help me, Miss Mu… I didn’t know your identity. I was just following orders. I didn’t directly harm you, please spare me, beg for me, don’t let me—”

The little imp beside him bound his neck with chains, preventing him from chattering any further.

"Who is this person Do you know him, Little Madam" Meng Shu asked in confusion.

I shook my head, and the Yin Official flew before me, presenting me with his information in both hands.

I've never heard of this person's name, but the life story listed below rings a bell—he once met me face-to-face.

The first time I saw Si Tu Lin, he was the chauffeur for the Si Tu family, and at the Taoist temple, he was also watching over Mu Yun Liang.world King. He hardly ever comes to Huangquan Naihe Bridge or the Bridge of Forgetfulness… It turns out that Miss's soul returned to the underworld, and she had already drunk Meng Po Soup, yet she sti...