Chapter 47

Soon, the changing of clothes was finished, and the incense and candles were lit.

Lin Qingyue helped Wang Ling'er's corpse stand up to perform the wedding ceremony.

"First bow to Heaven and Earth!"

Dongfang Yan bowed reluctantly.

"Second bow to the high hall!"

He turned around sluggishly, and then sluggishly bowed toward the direction of the shore, where Wang Ling'er's parents were.

"Husband and wife bow to each other!"

Before bowing, Dongfang Yan couldn't help but look at Lin Qingyue—I am her husband, at this very moment, will she feel a bit jealous?

Not only was Lin Qingyue not jealous, but she also urged: "Bow, the matter will be settled immediately! Can you stop dawdling?"

For some reason, he felt a bit sad in his heart.

If it weren't to help Lin Qingyue, he would rather die than do something so humiliating to his status. Yet, she was watching him bow to a ghost without a ripple of emotion.

Does Lin Qingyue really see him as her husband? Or does she care about nothing else besides slaying evil and resolving obsessions?

—Forget it, consider it as this Prince owing you from before.

He finally lowered his noble head and completed the final bow.

A night breeze brushed past his ears, carrying a faint, cool whisper: "Thank you, husband."

He was suddenly startled, and when he looked up, he saw the female corpse opposite him, who had just bowed with him, slowly close her eyes; the ferocious expression she originally had disappeared, and her peaceful demeanor actually looked somewhat beautiful.

Her resentment had dissipated.

Dongfang Yan was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Lin Qingyue say: "Her belly can't hold on anymore, she's about to give birth!"

Dongfang Yan's heart rose again instantly: "Why is this never-ending?"

Xie Shouzheng had never encountered this either and was somewhat troubled: "In the ten years since our Xuanjing Division was founded, we haven't delivered a baby for a ghost yet. How about we go to the shore and find a midwife to deliver it for her?"

"It's too late! She has been holding it in for a long time, and now that her obsession is resolved, if the child is kept inside any longer, it will create new variables. There is no time to lose, I will try!"

As Lin Qingyue said this, she laid Wang Ling'er's corpse flat in the cabin and said to everyone around: "A woman is giving birth, you all wait outside, do not come to look."

Once there was no one else in the cabin, Lin Qingyue stroked the female corpse's highly distended belly and whispered softly: "Your mother has already suffered a lot for you, you must be good and don't make a fuss, I will bring you out."

—This was said to the ghost fetus in her belly.

Wang Ling'er was actually very pitiful; she was about to give birth, yet she suddenly drowned. After death, she became a land-bound spirit, trapped here by her own obsession and the water, unable to be liberated.

At this moment, feeling Lin Qingyue's kindness, the female corpse's body relaxed, and her two straight, long legs slowly parted...

Dongfang Yan stood at the bow of the boat, seeing that they were about to reach the shore; of course, he didn't want others to know that he, a dignified Prince, had a ghost marriage with a female ghost, so he hurriedly stripped off the wedding robes he was wearing and threw them to Xie Shouzheng.

"Today's events are not to be spread! Otherwise..." He gave Xie Shouzheng a look full of murderous intent.

Xie Shouzheng said very sensibly: "Understood, understood, it will definitely not be spread!"

At this moment, a baby's cry reached his ears, ethereal yet real.

Xie Shouzheng's words, spoken without thinking, blurted out: "Congratulations, Your Highness, on becoming a father!"

"Xie Shouzheng!" Dongfang Yan's gaze was enough to kill.

At this time, Lin Qingyue came out of the cabin.

Dongfang Yan subconsciously glanced at the cabin behind her and saw that the female corpse's belly had already flattened, and a small infant was placed beside her, its face blue, motionless.

Lin Qingyue noticed his gaze and asked considerately: "Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Dongfang Yan snorted coldly and withdrew his gaze. He didn't want to look at all!

However, just at this moment, he suddenly felt his feet sink; looking down, he saw a white, chubby phantom hugging his leg.

He was startled and hurriedly kicked the thing off his leg.

The white, chubby phantom rolled away like a ball, then climbed back up and cried pitifully.

Dongfang Yan asked: "What is that thing?"

Lin Qingyue squatted down to take a look: "It's the newborn ghost baby. Baby, why did you come out? Oh, you want to find your daddy."

She called out to Dongfang Yan: "Don't be so fierce, it's just a little baby. You just married its mother, so it naturally considers you its daddy and wants to get close to you. You suddenly kicked it away, the baby is very sad."

Dongfang Yan was annoyed: "Is this never-ending? Does this Prince have to take them back and worship them?"

Lin Qingyue nodded: "That's not impossible."

"Dream on!" He only considered what happened just now as going through the motions; he absolutely did not want to be a father, and it was even more impossible to worship them!

Sensing Dongfang Yan's disgust, the ghost baby stopped crying, and a look of resentment began to appear in its eyes.

And its mother also sensed the child's grievance; the temperature in the cabin dropped significantly, and it felt cold even standing at the cabin door.

Lin Qingyue's face sank as she said: "Every debt has a debtor, every grievance has a source. Who bullied you? Who is this child's real father? Why don't you go find him?"

The Ghost Mother's resentment gradually faded, and the ghost baby also stopped crying, just looking at Dongfang Yan pitifully.

Lin Qingyue's ears twitched, and she recited: "The son of the Wan'an County Magistrate, Zheng Shirong."

The Zheng family was also an aristocratic family; even if Wang Ling'er was pregnant with a child of the family's son, she couldn't enter the gates of an aristocratic family.

And Wang Ling'er's obsession was that she hoped her future husband's status would surpass Zheng Shirong's and become her backing.

Now, Prince Jin was the backing for both mother and child, so she was willing to say the name of the man who had harmed her.

Lin Qingyue said to Dongfang Yan: "According to the rules of Wang Family Village, children born out of wedlock cannot be buried in the ground. She couldn't bear for the child to suffer and wanted you to help the child acknowledge its ancestors, receive incense and offerings, so that the child could be born into a good family in the next life."

Although Dongfang Yan was also a person who strictly adhered to class and status, he deeply detested those who casually took a young girl's virginity, made her pregnant, and then refused to take responsibility.

"This Prince can back you two." These words were said toward the direction of the cabin.

A clear breeze drifted past his ears, carrying a gentle female voice: "Thank you, husband."

Dongfang Yan found it somewhat awkward, but now that he was riding a tiger, he could only resolve this matter quickly and send off the ghost mother and child.

Lin Qingyue said to Dongfang Yan: "Lend me the pouch at your waist."

That pouch was given to him by Lin Ruzhen; although he had thrown it away in a fit of pique after learning her true identity, he had calmed down afterward and, remembering her life-saving grace and her deep affection for him, had taken it back and hung it at his waist.

"What do you want this Prince's pouch for?" Dongfang Yan asked while untying the pouch.

Lin Qingyue took the pouch and summoned: "Three souls ethereal, seven spirits vague, gather into a spirit, fall!"

As the words fell, the ghost baby turned into a wisp of smoke and drilled into the pouch.

Lin Qingyue returned the pouch to Dongfang Yan: "The ghost baby now temporarily recognizes you as its father; I have placed its soul in your pouch, and it will go back with you. Once you help it find its real father and it receives the family's offerings, it will end its father-son relationship with you."

"How about this pouch... stays with you for now?" Dongfang Yan didn't want to carry a ghost baby with him; that was too disgusting.