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

"Then, there was the Huangquan Street you just saw... You have to know that those sweet and soft pastries and the dazzling array of magic tricks didn't exist back then."

When he heard the name A-Bao, the little girl was confused and asked, "Who is A-Bao?"

"She is Tuanzi's great-great-grandmother." Madam Xuanji held little Tuanzi in her arms and sat in the pavilion on the top of the mountain, continuing to coax her gently: "She is also the gentle sister who brought you back."

"Wow! My great-great-grandmother is so amazing!" The sleepy little dumpling was instantly surprised and excited: "I like it! It's great to live in such a lively place after death!"

At this time, the proud Tuanzi finally realized: "Huh? Great-grandmother is missing. Where is she? I want to play cards with her. The book that my brother read to me said that Great-grandmother liked playing cards and making mechanisms. I like it too!"

"She is busy on weekdays." Madam Xuanji was melancholy.

It is a rare occasion tonight during the Ghost Festival, and there is a lively bonfire in the village.

Originally, Abao told her that he had agreed to accompany King Feng Ran to the Xuyuan bonfire.

But before that, they just went to Huangji Hall to cooperate with the ceremony of ancestor worship, but it happened that this soft and sticky little dumpling could see them.

It is necessary to bring Tuanzi back, and entrusting her to take care of her is also to protect this little Tuanzi.

At this moment, Abao is probably trying to find out the reason for this abnormality.

I don’t know how the investigation is going?

Xuanji was worried, but she hid it well.

"Abao had some things to do, and she came back as soon as she was done."

Hearing this, the sensible little dumpling nodded meekly.

But she was looking forward to it: "Madam Xuanji, can I go and see the Xuyuan bonfire?"

"No!" Seeing that Tuanzi was secretly sad because of being rejected, Xuanji patiently explained: "You, this soft and warm little Tuanzi, are a living being, and you are the blood of the empress. You will be in big trouble if you go to Xuyuan. Remember, Xuyuan is very dangerous and will eat living people."

"Is it like going to the Eighteen Levels of Hell? Great-grandmother wouldn't let me go either." The puzzled little dumpling pointed to the huge black mountain in the distance and said, "Who is imprisoned in that black hell mountain? He wants to see Great-grandmother, but Great-grandmother didn't agree."

"...He was sentenced to eight hundred years of imprisonment in the Hell of Fire by the Black Mountain."

"Then why does he want to see Great-grandmother? Is it because he was wrongly punished? Just like those prisoners in the West Prison who are always crying out for justice." The little dumpling stared at the huge black mountain, confused.

But this time, she heard Madam Xuanji also fell into deep silence.

So, the little girl asked considerately, "Can I come to play with you guys often in the future? Can I come again during the Ghost Festival next year?"

Unexpectedly, he was rejected by Madam Xuanji again.

"No, that's not possible. Normally, she would have spent three hundred years of hard work to finally stabilize the twelve underworlds and make them run in an orderly manner without interfering with the yang world. But you, a little kid, stepped into the Huangji Palace and saw her."

Abao told her that she just needed to coax the little dumpling to sleep.

But Abao, who is always careful, must have left room for it.

She hesitated and wrestled with this for a while, but finally decided to get it off her chest.

“At the moment, although we don’t know the reason for this anomaly, if the living soul enters the land of the dead, the slightest mistake will lead to the collapse of the twelve underworld palaces and the disaster of the soul breaking through the limits of life and death.”

"Madam Xuanji, are you scaring me?"

The little dumpling fearfully snuggled into Madam Xuanji's sweet embrace.

"Well, I'm just trying to scare you little ball."

After she finished speaking, she looked towards the huge black mountain.

Since the day the underworld came into existence, it has been judging the good and evil of souls.

For example, the soul of the extremely evil King Xuan was directly refined in the hellfire and had no chance of reincarnation.

Others who committed serious crimes were sentenced to eighteen prisons.

It may take decades, a hundred years, several hundred years, or even a thousand years...

But those evildoers who were not able to reach the Eighteen Hells and escaped the torture and confinement of the Black Mountain became evil ghosts in this increasingly chaotic underworld.

In the past three hundred years, the twelve underworlds have only seen more evil people.

And when their souls are on the verge of being wiped out countless times, the dead will also be afraid.

At this moment, the little ball nestled in her arms yawned softly.

Xuanji took the opportunity to hum a little tune, and coaxed Tuanzi to sleep as the night deepened.

The red moon was in the sky, and the twelve underworlds were full of fireworks. Madam Xuanji smiled happily as she looked at her good friend who was slowly emerging from the gauze-like white mist.

"You seem so relaxed, but have you found the cause and successfully turned the danger into safety?"

A Bao squatted in front of the little girl, gently wiped the blood stain between her eyebrows, and whispered: "I have a feeling that a little guy is going home."

At first, Xuanji just thought that the little dumpling was being sent back.

But when Abao gently took the dumpling from her arms, she was suddenly filled with great surprise!

After a while, the Huangji Palace was shrouded in the moonlight.

When the little girl woke up again, she stared blankly at her brother who was lying beside the couch.

Because of the blood mark left between his eyebrows by Abao himself, the little girl felt dazed, "...Brother, I seemed to have dreamed about the underworld just now. It was very interesting."

"You little dumpling." The prince gently tapped the little sister's forehead, sighing lovingly and helplessly: "You, please read less novels. Come, I will carry you back to the palace."

There was a rustling sound, and the little dumpling, who was about to leave, looked back inadvertently.

I happened to see the rows of portraits in the main hall.

One of the paintings is of her great-great-grandmother, Empress Shengyang.

"…Brother, I seem to have seen Great-grandmother somewhere else."

"Okay. Did Great-grandmother talk to Tuanzi?"

"Um, Great-grandmother... I can't remember her..."

The amused prince carried his little sister on his back and walked slowly along the palace corridor.

"Then think about it slowly." The young man carried the baby girl with a baby voice on his back. The silhouettes of the brother and sister were cast on the palace wall by the moonlight, which looked warm and peaceful.

"My Tuanzi is still young, so he can think for a long time."