On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 22 The Amulet of Light
When he raised his head again, Xiang Heng's eyes were clear.

With just one glance, Xiang's family understood that their young master was back.

"Father, mother?"

Xiang Heng had probably just woken up, his eyes were a little confused, and then he realized that he was sitting on the ground in disheveled clothes. He quickly got up and straightened his sleeves awkwardly.

Mrs. Xiang looked at her son standing upright in front of her, and finally realized that her son had recovered.

"It's finally better, my son."

She stepped forward and hugged Xiang Heng, tears flowing out uncontrollably.

Seeing the scene of mother and son embracing each other, Mr. Xiang couldn't help but burst into tears.

"By the way, this is your savior. She was the one who solved the witchcraft in your body."

After Mr. Xiang got excited, he quickly brought Xiang Heng to thank Ye Zhiyu.

"Thank you, Master Wang. Your kindness to me is like reincarnation. If there is anything I need to help Xiang Heng in the future, I will be happy to help you."

Xiang Heng also understood what had happened to him. He came to Ye Zhiyu and bowed solemnly, his eyes firm and pious.

"I'm serious, Mr. Xiang. I'm just collecting people's money to help them eliminate disasters. There is one thing, I'm afraid I have to ask more."

"Excuse me, Sir Xiang, are there any enemies or political opponents around you?"

Ye Zhiyu asked with a frown.

"The Xiang family has only been in the capital for four or five years. My husband and I are not sociable. Even now, the aristocratic families in the capital have not recognized us. How could we have such a grudge against someone?"

Madam Xiang thought for a moment and quickly shook her head in denial.

"My position is just that of an idle official. I rarely have conflicts of interest with others. I have always been responsible and cautious over the years. I never dared to make enemies in the court. I really can't think of anyone who can harm my Xiang family like this." .”

Mr. Xiang was also puzzled, but the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

This villain hiding in the dark is more terrifying than the enemy on the surface, because it is impossible to guard against him.

He could harm Xiang Jia once without anyone noticing, but who knows if there will be a next time?

Mrs. Xiang was frightened when she thought of this incident, and asked Ye Zhiyu worriedly: "What should I do if this happens again? Master, do you have any way to prevent it?"

"That's what I was going to say."

After speaking, Ye Zhiyu took out a few more folded talisman papers from his sleeves and distributed them to the three of them.

"This is the amulet I consecrated myself. Judging from the skill of the caster, this is enough to deal with it. As long as you carry the amulet with you every day, ordinary evil spells cannot harm you."

I thanked the adults profusely and put the amulet away like a treasure with gratitude.

Ye Zhiyu was also thinking at the same time, if the person who was secretly practicing witchcraft was really not targeting Mr. Xiang, the young minister of Dali Temple.

Then it can only be directed at Xiang Heng himself.

Sure enough, Xiang Heng frowned and recalled something, his expression became more and more solemn.

"What? It seems that Mr. Xiang already has a clue in his mind?" Ye Zhiyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Xiang Heng quickly came to his senses, bowed his head apologetically, and then explained: "I think... I probably know who did it."

"I have been my classmate for a few years. I knew that he was jealous and resentful of me. But in the past, it was just petty fights. I just thought he was joking and didn't want to care about it. I didn't expect that he would do something to me this time. Such a thing..."

It turned out that he was a classmate who was studying together. He couldn't compare with Xiang Heng every time. He was unwilling to accept it. Under the influence of jealousy, he learned some evil ways and cursed Xiang Heng.

"Humility and forbearance are the behavior of a gentleman. There is nothing wrong with that. But for some people, being patient will only make them do evil worse. I'd better settle the score when I go back to the young master."

Ye Zhiyu said while packing up the talismans.Words spoken in such a calm tone can be engraved into people's hearts like a knife and a pen.

Her eyes were bright and calm, as if she was arrogant and could see through everything.

Such a pair of eyes, on such an ordinary face, is really unspeakably inconsistent, but it is also unique and impressive.

Xiang Heng took a deep breath, bowed his hands respectfully and seriously, and said solemnly: "I've learned from you."

"In this case, my mission is completed today."

"Farewell, see you again."

……

After handling the affairs of Xiang Mansion, Ye Zhiyu returned to the palace with Xiao Feng Tuan and Xiao Jiu.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by their housekeeper at the door again this time.

Ye Zhiyu said with a dark face and a good temper: "According to the treatment course I ordered before, it is enough to cleanse the poison once every three days. May I ask what the regent of your family has to do?"

If it was the last time she used her hands and feet to extract spiritual power from him, wouldn't she have already punished him yesterday?

The dignified regent is not so narrow-minded, right?
The old butler deserved to have been in the Regent's Palace for so many years. Faced with the displeased Ye Zhiyu, he remained calm and unhurried, never revealing any information.

"Your Majesty did not say directly what the matter was, but please make sure that Miss Wang goes with me. Your Majesty has something important to discuss with me."

Seeing that nothing could be said from the butler's mouth, Ye Zhiyu had no choice but to accept his fate and follow him into Feng Wuming's bedroom.

Feng Wuming seems to be very idle recently. He leans lazily on the horizontal wall and slowly sips tea.

He actually looked like he was waiting for Ye Zhiyu.

Feng Wuming wore a casual cloak today, which was hung loosely on his body and not tied tightly. Underneath was a black tunic with a slightly open collar.

He has high eyebrows, a pair of thick eyebrows, and extremely dark pupils. He is not angry and intimidating, and sometimes even a little scary. When he is silent, his eyebrows alone give people a sharp and dazzling feeling, like a sharp blade.

"I heard that Master Wang went to the Shaoqing's house in Dali Temple today to exorcise evil spirits."

When Feng Wuming mentioned the words "exorcise evil spirits and eliminate demons", he deliberately emphasized his tone with a hint of joking.

"You are quite brave to establish relations with Dali Temple and Yushifu in the name of my regent's palace."

After finishing speaking, Feng Wuming raised his eyes, with a cold and threatening gaze directed towards Feng Wuming. However, when he saw the sleeping little Feng Tuan in Ye Zhiyu's arms, he stopped midway. .

"..."

Feng Wuming paused for a moment, probably forgetting what he just wanted to say.

After the room was silent for a while, Xiao Feng Tuan was still sleeping deeply, her cheeks were as red as a cute little rabbit huddled up.

Feng Wuming's face darkened, he took a deep breath, and looked up at Ye Zhiyu gloomily.

But for some reason the voice was softer than before.

"You take such a young child to exorcise evil spirits?"

Aren't you afraid of evil spirits hitting/hitting the little girl?

In Feng Wuming's impression, most mothers who took care of their children lived deep in the inner house and took care of their children more closely than anything else.

She is different.

(End of this chapter)