Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 104

Jiang Chenyi: “It’s clearly for my own good, but why does it have to sound so eerie?”

“I’m happy, you know. Speaking of which, Chenyi doesn’t seem afraid of me anymore,” the Prince Regent sighed, “Is it because you’re getting spoiled?”

Jiang Chenyi picked up a piece of cauliflower with his chopsticks and offered it to Meng Loudi, saying irritably, “Eat.”

This man was hopeless.

On a night with a dark moon and high winds, perfect for murder and arson, cries echoed as blood flowed everywhere.

A man dressed in a pitch-black robe slowly strolled into a brightly lit mansion.

Guards in red uniforms had gathered everyone in the courtyard.

His black hair was tied in a jade crown, his face as fair as jade, lips red and teeth white, exuding an aura of elegance and serenity. He stood in the courtyard, gazing at the rugged man kneeling in his undergarments.

Meng Loudi chuckled softly, “General Jiu, long time no see.”

Jiu Xing raised his head, glaring fiercely at the Prince Regent, suppressing his anger, “What is Prince Fu’an doing?! Have I served the Song Dynasty diligently all this time just for you to slaughter the innocent?”

Meng Loudi touched his lips, scoffing at the man’s righteous demeanor, “How is it slaughtering the innocent?”

He took the sword from his waist, from a distance, and used it to lift the man’s chin, “Haven’t I slaughtered enough innocents?”

Jiu Xing’s eyes widened, “Meng Loudi! As the Prince Regent of the Song Dynasty, doing such things, His Majesty will never let you off!”

“Not let me off? What can that little brat do?” Meng Loudi tilted his head, smirking, his eyes filled with mockery.

Qingxiu was already used to such rebellious remarks.

To put it bluntly, in Meng Loudi’s eyes, Meng Xiujin was just a cub who hadn’t yet grown his claws.

Jiu Xing trembled, breathing heavily, “You traitor! You’ll meet a bad end!”

“What are you saying? I’m a loyal minister, unlike General Jiu, who conspires with the Xiongnu in shady dealings,” Meng Loudi chuckled, saying words that made Jiu Xing break out in a cold sweat.

Jiu Xing’s eyes were bloodshot, “You can’t say such things, My Lord!”

“Am I speaking nonsense?”

“Everyone knows what kind of person you are! You’re destined to be a traitor!” Jiu Xing, in his panic, uttered words that made Meng Loudi’s face turn cold.

Qingxiu’s expression changed, shouting, “Shut up!”

But it was too late.

Meng Loudi had already removed the scabbard from his sword and casually beheaded Jiu Xing.

The guards holding Jiu Xing weren’t spared, stained with a large amount of blood.

Yet Prince Fu’an remained an immaculate beauty.

The guards released their hold on Jiu Xing, standing upright.

Qingxiu sighed inwardly.

Really, of all things to say, why mention destiny…

Meng Loudi looked at Jiu Xing’s lifeless eyes, saying calmly, “Dig out his eyes, cut off his tongue, and throw him into the mass grave.”

“Yes,” the people behind him replied in unison.

The man stepped forward, searching among the terrified men and women, spotting a woman in light clothing, “Xindua?”

The named woman trembled, slowly raising her head, “Yes, My Lord.”

She was beautiful, different from the Han people, with wheat-colored skin, distinct features, a blend of softness and ruggedness, exuding exotic charm.

“Well, I know most of it, but can you tell me more?”

The man smiled.

In the woman’s eyes, he was like a monster from the abyss.

Indeed, it was Prince Fu’an, their nightmare.

The wedding day arrived quickly.

Before dawn, Jiang was already being fussed over.

Of course, it was Meng Loudi fussing over him.

He didn’t care for rules, deciding everything himself, even dressing Jiang in the phoenix crown and embroidered cape.

Jiang Chenyi sat before the dressing table, watching the man carefully draw his eyebrows with a pencil.

“Loudi, isn’t this unnecessary?”

The Prince Regent, now dressed in red ceremonial robes, his long hair neatly tied in the groom’s hat, held the pencil, saying seriously, “No, it’s necessary. Between husband and wife, eyebrows must be drawn.”

Jiang Chenyi: “That’s for a man and a woman.”

“Today is our joyous day, Chenyi, could you please go along with me?” Prince Fu’an smiled.

Jiang Chenyi: “…”

Being manipulated.

He was a fool.

Why did he let himself be seduced by this man?

Though he complained inwardly, Jiang didn’t regret it at all.

He knew that with Meng Loudi, he truly couldn’t regret.

Once they were ready, they wandered around the imperial palace before arriving at the prepared palace, beginning the ceremony of bowing to the elders, bowing to the heavens and earth, the couple bowing to each other, and entering the bridal chamber.

The entire process didn’t take an hour.

It was pure chaos.

But the problem was, no one dared to tell him it was chaos.

Jiang Da sat in the upper seat, looking at the young emperor beside him, feeling uneasy.

Indeed, their eldest was an extraordinary person.

Different from them since childhood!

After entering the bridal chamber, the unrelated people left.

Meng Loudi picked up the rod placed on the red cushion, lifting his beloved’s red bridal veil, revealing the face he had painted comically.

Originally handsome, now with two heavily colored eyebrows, looking somewhat amusing.

Prince Fu’an laughed.

Jiang covered his eyebrows, glaring at him.

Meng Loudi took the cross-cupped wine, offering it to the young man, “Niang Zi, drink this wedding wine, and we’ll be truly married.”

The young man reached out to take it, but Prince Fu’an moved his hand away.

Jiang Chenyi looked at him, “Give it to me.”

“Chenyi, last chance.”

“What?” The young man raised an eyebrow, feeling wary. Whenever this happened, it meant the man was up to something.

Meng Loudi smiled, “If you leave now, I’ll let you go. If you don’t, Jiang Chenyi, even in death, I’ll take you with me.”

He wasn’t joking; he meant it.

Jiang Chenyi sighed, reaching out, “Give it to me.”

“Alright.” The man instantly beamed.

They drank the cross-cupped wine, exchanging smiles.

Meng Loudi touched the other’s lips, smiling, “Chenyi, you can’t escape.”

“I never thought of escaping,” the young man said calmly.

“That’s wonderful.” The man embraced his neck, his voice tinged with intoxication.

Since you’re not running, willingly staying.

It means.

We’re in love, doesn’t it?

With the nourishment of love, Meng Loudi found everything in the world more pleasing.

He treated his nephew more gently.

At least, Meng Xiujin didn’t need to be cautious every day, avoiding touching his uncle’s clothes.

Jiang Chenyi stayed in the imperial palace, telling the emperor about the world’s various aspects.

Under the couple’s guidance, Meng Xiujin grew up gentle and healthy.

Sometimes, the three would leave their duties, disguising themselves to visit the Song Dynasty’s people, to see how they felt about the world.

Everything was so beautiful.

Meng Loudi thought his destiny had changed.

Until the heavy snow after his twenty-fourth birthday.

Prince Fu’an’s birthday was on the thirtieth of the twelfth month.

And in the first snow of the new year, Meng Loudi suddenly fell ill.

He caught a cold, and despite using countless precious medicines, his condition didn’t improve.

“Uncle, this is what they call a divine object, the coiled dragon jade ring. With it, you’ll get better.”

The emperor took out a jade ring from his pocket, its shape unusual, different from ordinary jade bracelets. He put it on the man, his eyes filled with hope.

“Xiujin, you know.” Meng Loudi said calmly.

With those words, the emperor, no longer a child, knelt by his bed, crying uncontrollably.

After being ill for several days, Meng Loudi’s face was frighteningly pale, with dark circles under his eyes. He coughed twice, “Get up, Xiujin, you’re not a child anymore.”

Meng Xiujin knelt beside him, reaching out to hold his hand tightly, “Uncle, you…”

Meng Loudi’s eyes remained clear, “Destiny is what I hate the most.”

“Uncle, it won’t be, it won’t be. Hasn’t everything changed? Hasn’t it already changed?” The emperor shook his head, tears falling, “You have Mr. Jiang, everything should have changed!”

Meng Loudi thought of his beloved, his lips curling into a sweet smile, “Yes, but Chenyi is the moon, right?”

Meng Xiujin’s voice faltered, his eyes filled with fear.

The man coughed a few more times, speaking softly, “Xiujin, help me with something.”

“No, Uncle, no, you can’t do this.” Meng Xiujin stepped back, shaking his head, “Uncle, you can’t do this to him!”

“This is his choice, there’s no turning back.” Meng Loudi’s eyes were fierce.

“……”

“Xiujin, after I die, as long as Chenyi accompanies me in burial, do you understand?”

“Xiujin understands.” The emperor knelt.

“And after I die, bring back that man from the Mu Family. Once I’m gone, they’ll naturally be happy, their great revenge fulfilled. They should be willing to serve the country, right?”

Prince Fu’an smiled.

“Yes.” The emperor knelt, replying softly.

Meng Xiujin left.

Leaving with a face full of tears.

Jiang Chenyi saw it, but didn’t ask, entering the sleeping quarters.

Meng Loudi was resting with his eyes closed, hearing footsteps, his lips curling, “Niang Zi.”

“Here, husband.” The young man’s voice was cheerful as he walked to his bedside, sitting down, holding his slightly cool hand, “How are you feeling today?”

“Chenyi, I’m-my end is near.”

The atmosphere froze instantly.

Jiang Chenyi felt the world spinning, trying to steady himself, “It’s just a cold.”

“This isn’t a cold, it’s fate.” Meng Loudi tightly held his fingers, smiling like a ghost.

“Chenyi, this is the path you chose.” His voice was hoarse, like a curse.

Jiang Chenyi nodded, leaning on his chest, listening to the still healthy heartbeat.

Prince Fu’an looked at his resigned lover, unsure whether to laugh or cry. His long fingers stroked the other’s hair, whispering, “Chenyi, let me tell you a secret.”

“Go ahead, I’m listening.” The young man closed his eyes.

“When I was ten, while going to the ancestral hall to pray, an old man appeared before me, predicting my future. He said:

[Carrying the dragon’s fate, destined for the emperor, stabilizing the kingdom; carrying the fate of a lone star, doomed to loneliness, without companionship; like a fish in the abyss, living with darkness, standing at twelve, dying at twelve; like the sun high above, unable to touch the dust, burning fiercely, only the moon remains].”