Reborn ten times, she is the real daughter of the Marquis Mansion and she doesn't pretend anymo

General Xu Er quickly agreed.

Qin Mingyang persuaded his elder brother a few more times, and finally, at the urging of General Xu Er, Qin Mingyu agreed to go down the mountain first.

But he had already planned to stay at the manor for a while, and repeatedly told his younger brother to pass on the message that if Miss Jiang was willing to see him, he should go to the manor and deliver the letter to him.

Qin Mingyang had no choice but to agree.

The Yong'an Marquisate, the father and son of the Prince of Chengyang, and the Prince of Chenghe were still helping. After learning the news that the ritual would be suspended for three days, they looked at each other with confusion.

But they did not ask too many questions, nor did they rush to find Yuntang. They just asked Xiao Rui to find Jiang Yanlang to inquire about the situation.

Jiang Yanlang also said something similar to Qin Mingyang, that is, his sister has been busy these days and needs to rest in seclusion for three days before continuing the ritual.

When they heard that it was too hard, Yong'an Hou, Jiang Yanting and Jiang Yanxuan came over worriedly.

Jiang Yanlang was afraid that his father and brother would worry too much, so he quickly waved his hand and explained:

"It's not that serious. It's just that Uncle Lin and the Emperor are worried, so we made this arrangement. I saw my sister in the dining hall last night. She's fine."

"Last month, the ritual last week lasted only three days, but this time it was arranged to be seven days. I was afraid my sister wouldn't be able to handle it. Today is the fourth day. I think it will be easier if I take a break for three days before continuing with the next three days."

Seeing him say this, Marquis Yong'an breathed a sigh of relief.

Prince Chengyang stared at Jiang Yanlang and asked unhappily, "Since I saw your sister yesterday, did you tell her about your uncle's return to Beijing?"

Jiang Yanlang was startled, and immediately lowered his head with a guilty look on his face, and whispered:

"At that time, everyone was talking about the registered disciples. Later, my sister went with Uncle Lin to do the evening class, and he didn't let us follow, so... I didn't find a chance to talk about it."

"Then will there be a chance to talk about it in the next three days?"

Upon hearing that the boy had simply forgotten, Prince Chengyang glared at him angrily, but asked again helplessly.

"I, I'm going to check on the situation now. My sister is still in the Patriarch's Hall and hasn't come out yet."

Jiang Yanlang looked ashamed and quickly turned around and ran towards the Sanqing Hall.

At this time, the other young men were helping with work elsewhere, but after the ritual was announced to be over, the door of the Sanqing Hall was closed.

The Taoist priests who were performing the rituals did not leave because they were not allowed to watch or ask questions, and the teenagers left without giving it much thought.

The other believers were also distracted by the news that the ritual was suspended for three days, and no one realized that the ritual had not actually ended.

Guarding outside the Sanqing Hall were several black-clad guards from the Qinglong Guard. When they saw Jiang Yanlang running over, they immediately raised their eyebrows and stepped forward to stop him.

"Inside...is my sister still in the Patriarch's Hall?" Jiang Yanlang quickly clasped his fists and bowed, asking politely.

His sister is the leader of the Qinglong Guard, and he is not, so naturally he doesn't dare to be arrogant and embarrass his sister.

"The dragon head is still in the ancestral hall, but you can't go to see it." A black-clad guard refused bluntly.

Jiang Yanlang thought about it and asked the other people again. When he found out that they were also there, he felt very sad.

When will he be able to learn Taoism so that he will be qualified to stand by his sister?

Even in the eyes of these black-clad guards, he is now just an ordinary layman, a believer and not a member of the Taoist sect.

That is, outsiders.

He gritted his teeth, calmed himself down, and asked:

"Can you take a message to my sister... ahem, let's just say that my uncle and his family have returned to Beijing for a few days. When she is free, my uncle can come to see her, so she doesn't need to be distracted by going to the Prince's Mansion."

This is what his uncle just told him.

Since my sister doesn’t have time, my uncle can accommodate her and take the initiative to come to Yunshang Temple to meet her.

"Not now, not today either. How about you talk to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince tomorrow?"

This time, the black guard did not directly refuse, but made a suggestion.

After all, they are Longtou's family members and the elders want to meet him, so he, as a subordinate, cannot directly refuse.

"So sister is going to be in seclusion again today and not see us?" Jiang Yanlang felt very sad when he heard it.

The black-clad guard actually didn't know the answer either, so he nodded and stopped talking.

Jiang Yanlang had no choice but to clasp his fists and bow, then went to tell his uncle the result.

"Okay, then you can find another opportunity. Don't forget this time." Prince Chengyang said helplessly.

Prince Chenghe also reminded him, "Also, your aunt will be arriving in the capital soon in the next two days. I will ask your aunt to talk to your mother then."

Prince Chenghe's words made a glimmer of hope flash in Jiang Yanlang's eyes.

However, Marquis Yong'an poured a bucket of cold water on him.

"Given your mother's temper, you brothers and sisters should be mentally prepared and don't have too high expectations."

If Princess Kangning had not shown no remorse until now, she would only blame the heavens, the earth, and everyone else but herself.

He wouldn't confine someone to Jinhua Hall and say such cruel words.

If it weren't for the harsh threat of divorce, I'm afraid Jinhua Hall wouldn't be able to hold her.

The servants of Jinhua Hall were also worried that they would be implicated and beaten to death, so all they could do besides keeping a close eye on the princess was to persuade her earnestly and beg her to spare their lives.

Princess Kangning also made trouble several times and smashed everything that could be destroyed in Jinhua Hall.

Marquis Yong'an also refused to allow anyone to redecorate the Jinhua Hall, allowing Princess Kangning to abuse her power and destroy all of her dowry.

With such an arrogant temper that she would not back down, Marquis Yong'an did not dare to believe that Princess Kangyi would be able to be persuaded after returning to the capital.

Jiang Yanting and Jiang Yanxuan felt the same way, their faces expressionless.

Jiang Yanlang lowered his head, and the light in his eyes went out.

Chenghe Junwang was a little embarrassed and said helplessly: "Let's talk about this later, let's go back first."

After everyone left, Jiang Yanlang walked under a tree and leaned against the trunk, staring blankly.

Over at the Patriarch's Hall, the Bagua Formation was filled with darkness that was as solid as a black pool, and even the aura was icy cold.

But this time it was not the paper puppets guarding the formation. Yun Xuanyuan guarded the Qian position, and the strongest disciples he taught guarded the other hexagram positions.

The rest of the people, together with Xiao Che, Gu Yifang, and the brothers Lin Haoran and Lin Haoyu, were guarding the formation outside. It was much easier with more people.

In the basement, Yun Xuanyu also brought a few of the strongest blue-clothed emissaries to guard the formation, and Yizhen and other blue-clothed emissaries were protecting the formation.

This time, without wooden and paper puppets, Yun Tang did not need to be distracted and could only focus on urging the power of the Death Curse to flow to himself as much as possible.

Therefore, the evil spirit flowed out in the form of thick ink from the very beginning, rather than drifting away as black mist.

But Yun Tang has more than enough merit to protect Yun Xuanmo, so he himself does not need too much merit.

She tried her best to mobilize her Taoism to disperse the thick ink and split the cold air in the black pool, and the remaining was dispersed and eliminated by the eight people guarding the formation.

This was the first time they had encountered a situation with such a strong chill, but everyone was not surprised but happy.

From the black fog and evil spirit that appeared on the first day of the ritual last month to the thick ink forms that appeared many times later, and then to Yun Xuanmo's transformation from deathly gray to pale white to his current strength to breathe.

Every change means progress in dividing and eliminating the power of the Death Curse, which is a good sign.