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Despite Si Fuqing\'s certainty that he could not see her, his gaze inexplicably made her feel as though he could see everything.

She waved her hand in front of the youth\'s face and then reached out to touch his hair.

The youth\'s eyelashes trembled slightly, and the aura around him suddenly sharpened.

He swiftly got up, completely disregarding the wounds on his body, and attempted to leave the palace.

Si Fuqing pressed him back down without hesitation, forcibly covering him with the blanket.

After searching the palace for a while, she found a box of silver needles. After sterilizing them, she began to stitch up his wounds.

A look of astonishment briefly crossed the youth\'s usually impassive face, quickly turning into cold fury as he struggled with all his might.

But he could not break free.

He could only watch as the silver needle continuously stitched his wound, a sight beyond his imagination.

For a moment, even the young emperor found himself at a loss.

Si Fuqing effortlessly finished stitching the wound and then released her hold on him.

The system issued no warnings.

After all, he would not die until the age of twenty-seven, and now at nine, he was far from any danger.

Even if she didn\'t stitch his wound, he would recover gradually.

Yet, the sight of his suffering tugged at her heartstrings.

She couldn\'t do much else but alleviate his pain in this small way.

Indeed, such trivial matters would not be recorded in history books.

His suffering was far greater than what was documented.

The youth\'s expression returned to its usual indifference as he straightened his clothes.

Si Fuqing raised her eyebrows, admiring his handsome features.

Fortunately, he couldn\'t see her, allowing her to amuse herself as she pleased.

Just as Si Fuqing was about to play with his hair again, the door of the palace was suddenly kicked open.

A senior eunuch entered with an air of arrogance, his words dripping with scorn and disdain, "Ninth Prince, the Second Prince is looking for you. Do you really have the luxury to rest here?"

The youth looked up, his voice faint, "Get lost."

The senior eunuch was startled by his command, his face turning ugly instantly.

He stepped forward to grab the youth\'s arm, "You must be rebelling against the heavens. Do you really think you are a prince? Even the Empress Dowager doesn\'t wish to see you. What right do you have to be arrogant?"

The youth\'s calm was chilling as he simply met the senior eunuch\'s gaze with his dark eyes.

Si Fuqing couldn\'t stand it any longer. Her gaze turned cold, and she kicked the senior eunuch in the chest, sending him flying out of the palace.

The youth narrowed his eyes slightly.

He stood with his hands behind his back, slowly turning his head to look in Si Fuqing\'s direction.

The senior eunuch was in panic, screaming hysterically, "A ghost, a ghost!"

Soon, the neglected palace returned to silence.

Then, Si Fuqing heard him speak, his voice cold and clear, "Are you a ghost?"

Si Fuqing squinted her eyes and asked the game system, "Others don\'t feel it, so why did he sense my presence from the beginning and even pinpoint my location?"

[Hint: Emperor Yin is no ordinary person.]

Si Fuqing had an epiphany.

A person blessed with the grand destiny of the Purple Star from heaven is far from ordinary.

She could guess that the game system connected the past and future, but could not achieve complete traversal.

To the young emperor, she was indeed no different from a ghost.

Si Fuqing pondered, "Can he hear me speak?"

[Hint: Insufficient level, unable to transmit sound for now.]

Si Fuqing: "…"

It felt like she was being made to play a game. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

This interaction seemed no different from the nurturing games Yu Tang played.

The difference was that she was dealing with a real person.

And someone she admired at that.

She needed to be cautious.

Not to leave a bad impression.

She must have scared him just now.

Si Fuqing walked around the dilapidated palace and found a stone to write a word on the ground.

Yes.

The youth\'s gaze was calm as he continued, "This place has always been neglected. Are you one of the wronged concubines from before?"

Si Fuqing wrote, "No."

The youth\'s expression eased slightly, and he didn\'t ask further, merely whispering a "Thank you."

It was somewhat ironic.

His own blood relatives wished for his death and never cared for him.

Yet, the one who truly cared for him was a ghost with some medical knowledge.

No wonder it\'s said that ghosts aren\'t frightening; it\'s the human heart that is terrifying.

"Then follow me," the youth said with a cough, his voice emotionless, "I will arrange for someone to liberate your soul in the future."