Good Night, Mr. Ghost - Chapter 105

Prince Fu’an chuckled softly and said, “After that old man finished speaking, he died suddenly. Only my mother and Xiujin know about this.”

“What does it mean? It means that I am destined to be the stabilizer of the world, destined to be lonely and harmful to others and myself, destined to achieve success at twelve and to die at twenty-four, destined to avoid the dust of the world.”

He sighed softly and continued, “In this life, I have grown to detest fate. Fate dictated that my brothers and I would turn against each other, that I would be lonely, and that I would die young. The only difference, perhaps, is having Chenyi.”

Jiang Chenyi held him tightly and sighed softly, “No, none of this is fated. It’s all the result of everyone’s choices.”

Meng Loudi gave a bitter smile, touched his hair, and said, “What foolish things to say. It is fate, so Chenyi, you are my moon, the moon that was destined for me.”

Jiang Chenyi hugged him, tears falling and wetting the other’s silk robe.

“You’re the one speaking foolishly. How can anyone determine another’s life?”

“…Chenyi, you have to die with me,” Prince Fu’an said with a smile, tears slipping from his eyes.

“Do you see that wine cup? After I die, drink from it, and it will be a painful death.”

On a nearby small table, there was a white jade wine cup filled with shimmering liquor.

The young man looked at it.

He then stood up, walked over, picked up the wine cup, and returned to Meng Loudi’s side.

“It will be an ugly death,” said Prince Fu’an, his eyes bloody.

“Perhaps,” the young man said with a smile, “When will the prince close his eyes?”

Meng Loudi looked at him, just as he had four years ago, and softly said, “Chenyi, I give you one last chance.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chenyi raised an eyebrow and scoffed, “I didn’t expect Prince Fu’an to be so hesitant to die.”

He lifted the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

Meng Loudi’s face bore a smile, both happy and bitter.

Jiang Chenyi climbed onto the bed, pulled up the quilt, and stayed under it with the man, hugging his body and softly saying, “I don’t know how long it will take for the poison to work, but when I’m out of breath, you should hurry up and die too. Otherwise, I’ll have to wait for you at the bridge to Hell¹.”

Meng Loudi struggled to raise his hand and touched his long hair, saying, “Are you foolish?”

“Foolish? Would I be with you otherwise?” The young man grinned, “Talking of love with those fox demons and supernatural beings, they seek vital essence, but loving you, I seek life.”

“Tsk, eloquent.”

“What else? My lord, you are well aware of how good I am with words.”

“I am indeed aware… Chenyi, in the next life, you must also be with me, for all eternity.”

The young man snuggled into his embrace and muttered, “Then you better die later in the next life.”

Meng Loudi chuckled, “Okay.”

The illusion ended, and they were expelled by the mirror.

The young man was still dazed when Meng Loudi caught him in a full embrace.

The yin-yang lumina mirror whimpered at this time.

“Mama, aiyaiyai, how can it be so cruel, the lumina is crying so loudly!” The mirror trembled in place.

Jiang looked at the man, still not fully recovered from the illusion.

Meng Loudi hesitated for a long while, daring not to speak.

Jiang Chenyi sat up in his embrace, looked at him, and softly asked, “A noble young master? Mixed in the officialdom for two years? The Prince Regent of the Song Dynasty, Prince Fu’an?”

The young man curved his lips, his eyes somewhat dangerous, “Meng Loudi, is there anything else you’re hiding from me?”

Mr. Ghost shook his head hurriedly, “No more!”

That was really all he had hidden.

He was afraid Chenyi would investigate his story.

Although many things in the Records of the Grand Historian were false, some were true.

Like how he was brutal and ruthless, and how many of the harsh tortures were his inventions.

Such as the enhanced water dungeon.

Seeing his beloved’s fearful appearance, Jiang slightly pursed his lips and jumped down from his embrace, saying, “Well, let’s settle it then, Prince Fu’an.”

“Chenyi, aren’t you angry?” Meng Loudi carefully cradled the young man’s cheeks, looking into his brown eyes.

“After all, I ended up making you accompany me in death…”

Although by his nature, he would have certainly done so and felt utterly justified.

“Uh, why be angry? Really, I think it’s a miracle that you didn’t make me drink that wine in the end because the Mr. Ghost in the dream and the Mr. Ghost now are different, right?” Jiang Chenyi smiled warmly.

The Mr. Ghost in that dream was absolutely obsessed with cleanliness, obsessed!

If it weren’t for their love, and Meng Loudi had a vague feeling about it, Jiang’s head would probably have fallen long ago.

“Indeed.” Mr. Ghost showed a tender expression.

Jiang touched his cheek and smiled, “You didn’t want me to die, did you? Even knowing you were going to die, you didn’t want me to die. No, you wanted me to die with you but also wanted me to live, that conflicted feeling, right?”

“Indeed.” Meng Loudi rubbed his palm, “I’m not sure what I should do.”

For himself, he hoped Jiang Chenyi would die with him.

For his beloved, he hoped he could live well.

Fortunately, it was just in a dream. If it were now, he would definitely not let Chenyi die; the two of them would live on forever.

“It’s okay, I can forgive you.” Jiang smiled warmly.

“Indeed, Chenyi is so kind.”

Meng Loudi held the young man’s hand, his eyes full of tenderness, then turned to Bao’er.

“Now, the dream is over, and it’s time to tell us the method.”

Bao’er held the little black cat, and at some point, a golden bell had appeared around Jiang Meng’s neck.

The youthful demon nodded, “Alright, lumina, tell them the method now.”

The yin-yang lumina mirror was still whimpering, crying out with a tender voice, “What kind of cursed love is this! Aiyaiyai, lumina is crying so loudly!”

Mr. Ghost raised an eyebrow.

“Speak.” His voice was icy cold, very different from when he faced Jiang Chenyi.

Meng Loudi was still unhappy inside.

If it weren’t for this little mirror causing trouble, Jiang Chenyi wouldn’t have known about his past life.

Although the outcome was unexpected.

But Jiang Chenyi really changed him at his worst.

Even if it was just an illusion.

The little mirror shuddered, and ripples appeared on its chaotic surface, saying, “Humph, humph, humph, although it was short, it was spectacular. I’ll just barely tell you.

The Eye of the Lunar Halo is bestowed upon those destined from birth. Since my descent into this world, there have been three bearers of the Eye of the Lunar Halo, and Jiang Chenyi, you are the third.

The Eye of the Lunar Halo transcends the cycle of the three realms. Once it begins to grow, it cannot be stopped and requires a vast amount of spirit energy. Otherwise, it will drain the life force of its bearer, endangering their life.”

Bao’er looked at the two, saying, “So, to preserve Jiang Chenyi’s life, a large amount of spirit energy is needed.”

“Will ghostly aura work?” Meng Loudi furrowed his brows.

He was a supernatural being, lacking spirit energy and possessing only ghostly aura.

“It can. I have a conversion tool here,” Bao’er looked towards the red cabinet, “But to fully unleash the Eye of the Lunar Halo, you’ll need nearly seventy percent of your ghostly aura, Prince. However, if you lose this ghostly aura, it will take a long time to regain it. After all, the world has changed.”

Now, both ghostly aura and spirit energy are scarce in this world.

“It doesn’t matter.” Meng Loudi lowered his gaze, gently kissing the young man’s hand, and smiled, “As long as Chenyi can live well, that’s enough.”

Jiang Chenyi pinched his face, looking at Bao’er, asking, “Spirit energy from others would also work, right?”

“Uh, yes,” Bao’er nodded.

“Then, let others give it to me,” the young man said casually, his expression indifferent.

Meng Loudi was taken aback, “Chenyi?”

“Don’t talk, I’m still angry, be good,” Jiang Chenyi patted his cheek, “As long as there’s enough, right?”

Bao’er swallowed, “That’s what they say…”

The yin-yang lumina mirror couldn’t stand it anymore, crying out, “How can that be?! How can Mr. Jiang’s body be filled with other people’s aura?! It definitely needs the Prince’s ghostly aura!”

Jiang Chenyi looked at it, his face losing its smile, “If Meng Loudi loses seventy percent of his ghostly aura, what will he use to suppress those below him? As the eighth chief, the others definitely won’t obey.”

This was indeed the reality.

If Meng Loudi gave his ghostly aura to him, would they still be in a safe environment?

Bao’er looked at the serious young man, touching the pearl on her chest, “That’s true…”

The little girl screamed, “What do you mean, that’s true?! Lumina doesn’t want, doesn’t want, doesn’t want this!”

Her shrill voice exploded, causing a buzzing in everyone’s ears.

Before anyone could speak further.

The yin-yang lumina mirror began to clamor, “I don’t care, I don’t care! When the Prince can complete the task, why should others do it?! Novels don’t write like this! Letting a lover’s body be filled with other people’s aura, how can this be tolerated?!”

It was extremely agitated, the frame of the mirror beginning to tremble.

Jiang was slightly concerned that the mirror might explode from anger; it seemed quite possible at the moment.

Hearing its last few words, Meng Loudi had a thought.

If other supernatural beings were involved, it might require hundreds…

He furrowed his brows, tugging at the young man’s arm, “No! Chenyi, I disagree!”

Jiang Chenyi was startled, looking at him, “What?”

“I said no!” Mr. Ghost puffed up his cheeks, which looked soft and white as jade.

Jiang Chenyi extended his hand, pinching his puffed cheeks, “Why.”

“It won’t do. I would be very unhappy if other people’s spirit energy entered Chenyi’s body,” he caressed his lover’s hand, his eyes gleaming, “Let me do it. It’s truly no problem.”

“But…” Jiang Chenyi furrowed his brows.

He always felt something was amiss.

But it seemed there was nothing wrong either.

“There are no buts. If worse comes to worst, after we finish, we’ll leave Ba Lin and live in seclusion, how about that? The country is peaceful now, surely no other problems will arise,” Mr. Ghost said, his eyes smiling tenderly, trying to reassure him.

“Have you forgotten about the Liu Family and Luo Family?” Jiang Chenyi reminded.

Although he wasn’t very clear about what had happened, it appeared that those two families had been severely bullied by Meng Loudi.

Meng Loudi paused, also beginning to think.

Indeed, if he lost that seventy percent of power, could he really protect Jiang Chenyi?

The yin-yang lumina mirror, always listening, suddenly said, “It’s okay! Once the Prince gives his ghostly aura to Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang will no longer be an ordinary person. He will also possess his own power. The lunar halo is very powerful! Plus, we will provide protection!”

Bao’er looked at the mirror.

Why was this girl so eager?

Was there something he didn’t know?

Footnote:

1. The Bridge to Hell(奈何桥):More accurately, the Naihe Bridge (奈何桥), or “Bridge of Helplessness/No Alternative,” is a mythical bridge in Chinese folklore that souls must cross to enter the underworld or afterlife. It is often associated with drinking Meng Po’s soup to forget past lives before reincarnation.