When the Duke of Dingguo and Xiao Chenyuan arrived at Anping Courtyard, the place was already in chaos.
Baimei, the old Taoist priest, was tied up and kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy. The Duchess of Dingguo was sobbing uncontrollably, and piercing screams echoed from inside the room. The sound was sharp and grating, more animalistic than human.
The moment the Duke appeared, the Duchess threw herself into his arms.
“My lord, you must save Ling’er! This wicked Taoist dared to summon a spirit to possess Ling’er and disguise itself as our son!”
“It’s all my fault! All my fault! I’ve harmed our son Ling’er!”
The Duke felt a wave of dizziness as he struggled to maintain his composure, comforting his wife while directing a murderous glare at the Taoist Baimei.
“Father.” Xie Ziyuan
