Unable to Retrieve the Soul

With the talisman array supporting him, Marquis Zhenbei had a sliver of strength left. He took a deep breath and said, "I've kept this hidden because I feared you'd have such thoughts."

The Empress, learning of her brother's long-hidden burden, felt her heart wrench with pain. "Brother, at this point, what is there to hide? What happened that caused your soul to be so damaged?"

Marquis Zhenbei sighed, surveying the people in the room before beckoning Ye Siheng and Nanli closer. His face was gaunt, and his voice weak. "The Prince commands respect in the court, and the Princess Consort is highly skilled in Taoism. This matter should be disclosed to you."

Everyone remained silent, not wanting to disturb the Marquis.

He continued, "Over twenty years ago, an evil spirit appeared in the palace, causing the deaths of many palace servants overnight. The National Master was still alive then and used a talisman array to trap it when it was at its weakest."