Evil Prince, Come Play With Me

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

When Gu Bailu left the house, Ah Luo, who was having tanghulu at the gate, stood up and said in delight, “My lady, this is delicious. You can have this one.”

2Gu Bailu touched her head. “You can have it if you like. I’m not into sweets.”

Ah Luo grinned. She could eat another one now.

“My lady, you’ve changed your clothes. This one seems expensive.”

Gu Bailu patted her clothes. “I’ll pawn it off and get you meat, Ah Luo.”

The robe she had bought was ruined. Prince Zi’s butler had been considerate enough to offer her a spare one.

“Who gave you the tanghulu?”

“A handsome guy.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to eat things random people offer you? The world can be vicious.”

“He didn’t offer it to me; I asked him for it.”

Was there any difference?

“Did he ask anything about me, by the way?”

Ah Luo widened her eyes. “How did you know, my lady?”

Gu Bailu rolled her eyes. Even her toe could have guessed.

But it was impossible to explain that to such a glutton.

“How did you reply?”

“He asked me where you had been in the last couple of months, and I said you were in a cave.”

“That’s it?”

“He asked which cave it was, and I said I didn’t know.”

Gu Bailu looked back at the signboard above Prince Zi’s house. He indeed wasn’t a simple man.

Keep your distance from Prince Zi if you cherish your life.

Those women should start praying now.

Gu Wanqin didn’t dare return to the general’s house. She had just sabotaged Gu Wanqin’s wedding and infuriated Prince Zi. Her father definitely wanted to skin her alive.

2Besides, Feng Qingtian would probably come looking for trouble. It wasn’t the time to go home.

Thinking that, she brought Ah Luo out of the city and checked in at a remote inn.

After Ah Luo fell asleep, Gu Bailu jumped out of the window.

Her spirit root was broken in this world. It was impossible for her to cultivate. She could only do what she used to do for a living.

The rude called her a ghost-kicker, the knowledgeable called her a soul ferryman, and some called her an exorcist.

As for her, she called herself a soul captivator.

In fact, she was just someone who hunted ghosts.

7The wind in the wilderness was rather cold. Gu Bailu tightened her robe and suddenly felt that something was wrong. She saw something flash by.

“Wow. You’re not hiding when you see me?”

Gu Bailu went after it. The thing trembled and fell to the ground.

The thing that looked like a cotton cluster sprawled on the ground and turned into the shape of a pale woman.

“Let me go,” she said as she trembled.

“As a ghost, you shouldn’t haunt the human world.” Gu Bailu crouched down. “And if you do, you shouldn’t let me catch you.”

The ghost was rather beautiful except for her abnormally pale face.

“I have unfinished business.”

“No business is ever finished. Let me send you off to where you belong.”

“Please let me go. I’ll leave on my own after I’m done with the bitch.”

Gu Bailu said scornfully, “I’ve heard too many such declarations. What can you do except float around as a soul without a body? Other than scaring them once in a while, you can only watch them be happy. Remember: out of sight, out of mind.”