Chief Manager Wang slumped to the ground, sighing heavily.
"It seems I won’t have another chance to become a real man."
Nanli turned around and said, "To talk about Genital Rebirth, even Yao Sheng, the Grand Tutor, may not achieve it. Even if you know its secrets, do you have the resources and capabilities to make it happen? You’re oversimplifying things."
Chief Manager Wang was struck repeatedly and looked defeated, his whole demeanor wilted.
"But I just want to be a man once. Even if it costs my life, I am willing!" he sobbed.
Nanli sighed helplessly.
People often become obsessed with what they lack, to the point of doing unreasonable and harmful things.
She had no intention of questioning Chong Jiu. With his stubbornness, not only would she gain nothing, but she might also alert others prematurely.
Although she knew where Yao Sheng, the Grand Tutor, was buried, it had been three years since his burial. He would have long turned into bones, impossible to tell if anything had regrown.
Looking at Chong Ba again, Nanli suddenly harbored a dreadful suspicion.
"Could it be that you overheard this twenty years ago?" she asked.
Chief Manager Wang, still despondent, replied, "How does the Princess know this again?"
Nanli’s expression shifted slightly.
Chong Ba’s severe soul damage was peculiar, resembling having passed through some kind of formation that the soul couldn’t endure.
Was very much like Marquis Zhenbei!
Seeing her sharp gaze and the chilling aura emanating from her, Chief Manager Wang was genuinely startled.
The thought of becoming a real man had long been cast aside, buried deep in his mind.
Trembling all over, he quickly kowtowed, "Please spare me, Princess! I know I was wrong! I won’t dare again! Please spare me this once!"
"Today is not your day to die," Nanli dismissed him. "Judging by your appearance, you might just survive till the end."
Chief Manager Wang, somewhat dazed, asked tentatively, "Then... what about me in the future?"
"Fifty taels for a fortune telling," Nanli said.
Chief Manager Wang immediately shut his mouth. He had already spent a hundred taels earlier, and his pockets were nearly empty.
To survive till the end, wealth was indispensable, wasn’t it?
This time, Nanli had given him a significant piece of information, so she casually reminded him, "That’s right, don’t get your fortune told too often. The more you do, the thinner your luck becomes."
Chief Manager Wang nodded earnestly. "The Ninth Princess is right. I’ll remember that! Your great kindness..."
Nanli then took out a message talisman. "Qingyang, come to Willow Alley and take Chief Manager Wang to the Ministry of Justice for legal proceedings."
Qingyang responded promptly.
Chief Manager Wang nearly passed out. "Princess, I thought... after saying so much, I might avoid punishment."
Nanli smiled faintly. "We are not acquaintances, Chief Manager Wang. Besides, even if we were relatives, I couldn’t exempt you from punishment."
Chief Manager Wang understood that Chu Hanming would also face consequences. His heart suddenly felt more balanced.
Qingyang arrived quickly, and Chief Manager Wang was escorted away by the Black Armor Guard. Chong Ba was taken back to Prince Yu Mansion, where he might prove useful in the future.
"Princess, are you not returning?" Qingyang asked.
Nanli shook her head lightly. "I need to investigate something. You all can go back first."
Qingyang knew the Princess was not a fragile woman, but recalling the Prince’s instructions, he still asked, "Should I have the Black Armor Guard accompany you?"
"No need. I’m going to the underworld, and it might take several days. Just inform my family," Nanli replied, thinking of Qiu Hai’s slow speed in chess, sighing repeatedly.
Qingyang’s mouth twitched. Nanli might be willing to have the Black Armor Guard accompany her, but which Black Armor Guard would willingly go to the underworld?
"Yes, I understand," Qingyang said.
Nanli opened the gates to the underworld in the room.
Once closed, the cold atmosphere dissipated. Qingyang felt much relieved.
The underworld was not a place for the living.
His admiration and respect for the Princess were like the surging river, continuous and endless!
Although the ghost messengers only worked at night to collect souls, within the underworld, it was always dark and gloomy, with no daylight.
As Nanli passed through the depths of the underworld, she saw that the Ghost Fire was flourishing, and the magma seemed even more turbulent.
She furrowed her brows lightly. "Why does it seem more turbulent?"
As soon as she spoke, someone nearby responded, "Yeah, with the accumulation of resentment, the magma is becoming more turbulent. If this continues, the entire underworld will be invaded by magma and Ghost Fire."
It was Qiu Hai, dressed in fiery red robes.
Upon Nanli’s arrival, he hurried out of the Hell Lord Palace to greet her.
Nanli asked, "Isn’t the accumulation of resentment normal in the underworld? As Hell Lord, can’t you purify it?"
Qiu Hai sneered and looked aggrieved. "I’m just an employee. How can I have the ability to purify the deep-seated resentment in the underworld?"
Nanli glanced towards the Hall of Death God not far away.
"When will the Death God emerge?"
Qiu Hai stared at her, his eyes burning. "Who knows? It depends on when she comprehends. If she can’t break through the framework, she may remain trapped and unable to advance."
Nanli thought for a moment. As a mere mortal, worrying about and caring for the Death God wouldn’t help.
She said, "Don’t worry. When the Death God founded the underworld single-handedly, she won’t be stumped by such minor obstacles."
"Throughout history, whether gods or demons, they struggle with emotional tribulations. If they can’t overcome them, they may perish," Qiu Hai sighed at first but quickly grinned. "Speaking of which, why has the ancestor come to the underworld again? Miss me?"
Nanli said seriously, "I need you to check someone in the Book of Life and Death."
"Couldn’t you say you missed me and cheer me up?" Qiu Hai rolled his eyes.
Nanli pursed her lips but remained serious. "No, if my husband knew, he would be jealous."
Qiu Hai rolled his eyes dramatically. Though he was quite unhappy, he still led Nanli towards the Hell Lord Palace.
He glanced at Nanli several times, muttering to himself. With her current state, she might not be able to overcome this emotional tribulation.
If she really perished, he wouldn’t want to guard this cold and empty underworld anymore.
Once inside the Hell Lord Palace, Qiu Hai efficiently brought out the Book of Life and Death. "Who does the ancestor wish to check?"
"Yao Sheng," Nanli gestured in the air.
Qiu Hai knew the name. With a little thought, the Book of Life and Death naturally flipped to the page about Yao Sheng.
The page of the Book of Life and Death remained unmoved.