"Can you write?" Taixu Zi asked.
A flicker of amusement passed through Yun Shangyuan's eyes as he walked over, picked up the brush, and smoothly wrote a few characters on the rice paper.
'What about?'
Taixu Zi picked up the characters he had written and looked at them intently, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes.
"Let's talk about how your spirit left your body."
Yun Shangyuan appeared slightly startled, then he understood.
He wrote on the paper, 'Have you figured out who I am?'
"I didn't know before, but I went to inquire about Prince Ming Yuan's condition yesterday. I found out that his spirit had left his body, and since your name is Yuan, I guessed it might be you. Seeing the characters you wrote today confirmed that you are indeed Prince Ming Yuan."
Yun Shangyuan nodded approvingly.
'Can I return to my body?'
"You are not a ghost, and you haven't died. Of course, you can return to your body."