After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

Little Dumpling lay on the fox fur collar of the black-robed uncle, quietly looking at the handsome Uncle Hei Wuchang who was still waiting for the answer from her gentle sister.

The gentle sister who had been silent all this time finally spoke softly.

"...gone."

After these words were spoken, the little girl felt that the uncle in black robe secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What are you so nervous about? Adults are so hard to understand.

Sister Wenrou seemed to change the subject and asked her.

"Little Tuanzi, do you want to meet Madam Xuanji?"

"Huh? Is it the real Madam Xuanji?"

She loves Madam Xuanji so much! She can recite the entire storybook of Madam Xuanji!

Sister Wenrou coaxed, "It's true, Tuanzi."

As expected, the little dumpling was attracted to other places and was so excited that it pecked at the rice like a chick.

"Okay! I'll meet you if I want to!"

The little girl, who was held firmly in the arms of the black-robed uncle, waved her hands at Uncle Hei Wuchang and said in a baby voice, "Goodbye, Uncle Hei!"

Before he finished speaking, a vast white mist rose from the spot!

Suddenly, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing, the flowers are fragrant, and peach petals are flying in the sky like red mist.

And in the middle of it, there stands a courtyard.

Little Dumpling babbled in confusion: "Is it the water side?"

"Have you been to Beijiang Villa, little girl?" The beauty who arrived first, her pomegranate red skirt brushed against the fallen flowers on the ground, and the golden begonia bracelet on her wrist jingled melodiously. "I recognized it as Shui Yifang at first sight. Our little girl is so cute!"

"Yes! It's the Beiliang uncle's villa! Father often takes us there to escape the summer heat! It's so much fun there! There are huge snow sculptures, big fluffy cats, and beautiful silver osmanthus trees! Uncle always picks osmanthus flowers to make wine for me!"

Before he could finish his words, the little girl was taken away from the black-robed uncle's arms by the beautiful lady.

"Ah Bao, I'm not late, am I?"

"That's right. It's not convenient for me to take care of the little girl. Please take care of her for a while."

"Okay, little Tuanzi is very lovable, we will get along very happily." Madam Xuanji smiled brightly and pinched Tuanzi's chubby face, "This waterfront is more beautiful and mysterious, would you like me to take you for a walk?"

The little girl's bright eyes were full of surprise, and she had long forgotten that she had a gentle sister.

"It's exactly the same as the portrait my brother found! Madam Xuanji, what is the final volume of Taoyaolu? Was Xuanxuan really murdered? Did the Immortal Master not come back in the end? Did he abandon Xuanxuan?" The little dumpling's face was full of curiosity and anticipation, making Xuanji laugh. "Oh! I said my words will be passed down through the ages!"

But the final volume of Taoyaolu...

Looking at Tuanzi's bright eyes full of expectation, Xuanji felt guilty for a rare moment.

"Walked around Huangquan Street?"

"Mmm! The roasted chicken with taro paste is delicious!"

Little Tuanzi took out an oil-paper bag and shared: "There are also white frost dried persimmons, steamed sugar-coated cheese, and candied green plums. Madam Xuanji, please try some!"

"Tuanzi is so nice." Xuanji couldn't bear to tell her. "In fact, the performance on the flower stage in Huangquan Street just now was the final volume. It has ended today. Although it will be performed again tomorrow, you have to go back to Huangji Palace later..."

It was like a bolt from the blue! Little Dumpling was immediately distraught and burst into tears.

"Wow... I'm just thinking about how delicious the roasted chicken with taro paste is!"

"It's okay. I have more good stories to tell you." Madam Xuanji touched Tuanzi's little head lovingly and carried her up to the plank road on the back mountain.

Exotic flowers and plants, ancient trees with twisted beards.

The wind blows, carrying with it a faint medicinal fragrance.

Today is the Ghost Festival. Even though the streets and the city are bustling with activity, the burning firecrackers and the burnt paper money still make this world exude a faint sense of death.

"A long, long time ago, heaven and earth gave birth to all things."

"In the chaos, the land of yang and the land of yin were divided."

"The living exist in the Yang Land; the dead pass through Huangquan and reach the Yin Land, which is divided into twelve underworlds, governing the souls of all things." Madam Xuanji's tone was very gentle, just like she was humming a soft tune to coax the little girl in her arms to sleep: "However, the boundary between life and death is always blurred."

"All the tragic disasters caused by this are because humans are the smallest and most fragile of all creatures in the world, and they have to bear all the consequences."

“Then, the black mountain appeared.”

"From now on, the distinction between life and death will be clear."

The wind on the mountaintop was very quiet, and the hazy white fog seemed to isolate them from the bustle of the streets. The Twelve Underworlds, like this dead land, had no end in sight.

Looking back on the past three hundred years, she and her friends have been running around, but they have never reached the end. It still has many secrets. Madam Xuanji said in a trance: "A thousand years ago, Queen Qi Jiang created a formation to seal the passage between the two worlds and forge the beginning of peace."

"After many hardships, humans finally became the masters of this continent."

The little dumpling, who was already very sleepy, muttered softly: "Then...what happened next?..."

"Although Qi Jiang has sealed off the two realms, the twelve underworlds in the unowned land of Huangquan are still rampant with evil thoughts filling this world... It is far from the peace and tranquility we have today. Good and evil will be rewarded, and karma will come true." Madam Xuanji said as she pulled the blanket from the corridor to cover the little girl. "The laws of nature are constant, and the twelve underworlds need rules and order."

"If the soul does not die in the mystic arts, it must go through the underworld. This is to make sure that all karma is reincarnated and retribution is not missed. There is no escape from rewarding the good and punishing the evil."

"It should have been Qi Jiang, but her soul eventually returned to the great formations that sealed the passages between the two worlds. As for the later Qi Emperors, those who had great merits, they all died in the deepest part of the Black Giant Mountain. They only carried the chaos of the Twelve Underworlds and allowed it to function normally."

"It was not until more than three hundred years ago that the huge black mountain that suppressed evil thoughts almost collapsed. At this time, Abao took over the Twelve Hades."

"After three hundred years of hard work, this deadly place..."

"Finally, I have found true peace and quiet."