Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

Chapter 127 The Useless Prince's Power Seizure (5)

6058 put a scanned map of the palace in the system, which he found on the bookshelf in Jingxinzhai.

Rather than calling Jingxinzhai the emperor's study, it's more accurate to call it the emperor's office. The map displayed here probably wouldn't include things like secret passages, but it's enough for Jingli to familiarize himself with the palace.

The two quickly assigned tasks to each other within the system—Jingli was responsible for going to the palace to see if he could uncover any connections to the original world; while 6058 was responsible for continuing to review the books and letters scanned that morning to see if he could find the root cause of the problems in this world.

Before taking a nap, Jingli used her personal space again to review everything she had learned in the morning. She also used her skills from the previous world to draw a few useful talismans, using up a full hour of her personal space.

When Jingli came out of the portable space, she was exhausted. She closed her eyes and fell asleep without even having a dream.

Fortunately, the child recovered quickly. When the palace maid came to wake Jingli up, all of Jingli's fatigue had vanished, and she changed her clothes and went out in high spirits.

Under the sunlight, a handsome young man dressed in white with red patterns had a young eunuch shading him from the sun on his left and a palace maid carrying snacks and fruits for him on his right. If he weren't in the palace, he would look exactly like a spoiled brat.

Jingli also felt it was a bit exaggerated, but the original owner always had this setup when going out, and it was a setup personally approved by the emperor.

According to his and 6058's speculation, the emperor's favor towards him was fake; his true intention was to monitor and exploit him.

He has already changed a lot today. If we dismiss these people now, it might really arouse the emperor's suspicion.

Jingli sighed and, following the original owner's previous behavior, walked arrogantly down the main road in the palace.

Fortunately, the palace servants were used to Jingli's behavior.

Seeing this group of people approaching, the palace servants didn't even dare to look at Jingli while bowing. Seeing this, the last bit of embarrassment in Jingli's heart vanished.

However, this does not mean he will obediently act under the surveillance of so many people.

Jingli memorized the map 6058 had given him, secretly used an impromptu talisman, and then avoided the places where the emperor and empress often appeared, nimbly moving in and out of the palace.

In the past, the Third Prince would find even walking a few steps tiring; no one would have imagined that he would run away like a wild horse today.

The palace servants were all carrying things, so they couldn't keep up with Jingli, who was running ahead.

The young eunuch frowned as he watched Jingli run off, and simply shoved the paper umbrella and palm-leaf fan in his hand into the hands of a palace maid standing nearby.

"Split into several groups and chase after them! If those filthy things of ours manage to bump into His Highness the Third Prince, we wouldn't have enough heads to lose!"

After saying that, he stomped his foot and chased after Jingli in the direction she had run off to.

The Slave Mound, located at the northernmost part of the palace and without a name, was, as the name suggests, the living quarters of the former dynasty's lowly servants.

After the change of dynasties, the previous emperor imprisoned the people around Emperor Yu here, humiliating them in every way under the guise of slavery. After most of those people died, he imprisoned some nobles who had offended the emperor.

Now this hamlet is more like a prison without cages. Anyone who has come near it, even a lowly servant, has to go back, pick a pomelo leaf, sprinkle some water on it, and curse their bad luck.

This place that everyone avoids is Jingli's destination today.

After waking up from her afternoon nap, Jingli remembered hearing the palace servants mention this pile of slaves. Combining this with what 6058 had mentioned about the previous dynasty, it seemed that this pile of slaves was probably the only one in the deep palace with the greatest connection to the previous dynasty.

The closer Jingli got to the group of slaves, the more tense he felt.

For no other reason than that he finally saw the faint black mist in the air.

Moreover, this black aura was also mixed with a thick sense of resentment.

Before the palace servants could catch up, Jingli quickly took out a talisman.

This talisman was created by him. He infused it with his own energy during the drawing process and was inspired by the story of Banfo converting infant spirits. It can directly absorb and transform shadows and resentment through the talisman paper.

Jingli held the talisman between her fingers. As soon as one corner of the talisman touched the black energy, it immediately ignited with a ghostly blue flame. Accompanying the flame were a series of chaotic and fragmented cries.

The more mixed the sounds, the more entities are generating resentment.

The faster the talisman burns, the stronger the attack power of the resentment.

Jingli's expression darkened.

He didn't find any dark figures in the palace during the day, so he assumed that the pollution hadn't entered the palace.

Now it seems that it's not that simple.

Jingli considered another possibility—just like the old house in the first world and the amusement park in the second world, the closer one gets to the source of pollution, the fewer shadows there are. Conversely, the larger the blank areas of the shadows, the more severe the pollution.

Based on the outliers in the system, Jingli is more inclined to believe the latter.

He rubbed his fingers together, and the talisman disappeared without leaving a trace of ash.

The palace servants chasing him will be here soon.

Jingli took a deep breath, used a stamina recovery card, and sped towards the group of slaves.

We passed through a small grove of trees, climbed over a fence, crossed a not-too-wide man-made river, and then there was a very high wall.

The slaves were gathered inside this walled compound.

The only entrance was guarded by soldiers, and even with Jingli's current skills, he couldn't climb over the wall. Fortunately, the system's scanning function found a small hole for him.

There is never a shortage of influential people among the slaves. If someone has been bribed by their family, someone will send things through this hole to help improve the lives of the people inside.

The hole was short and narrow; if Jingli weren't a child, she might not have been able to squeeze through it.

Before Jingli could even catch her breath after parting the weeds that were used to cover the entrance of the cave, she met a pair of large, dark eyes.

The owner of the big-eyed man, his face full of vigilance, pulled out a dagger, pressed the back of the blade against Jingli's neck, and said in a low voice:

"Who are you!"

The voice was as unskilled as the way the knife was held; Jingli could easily counter it with a little finesse, posing no threat whatsoever.

Therefore, Jingli was not afraid; instead, she carefully examined the person in front of her.

The child in front of me was thin and small, and his ill-fitting clothes were all patched.

His face and body were covered in dust and grass clippings, but he didn't look slovenly because he smelled nice, suggesting he was a clean person.

Jingli didn't make a move, pretending to be clueless and saying, "I'm just here to have fun."

"Play?"

The child did not dispel his suspicions and pushed the dagger forward a little further, a fierce glint in his eyes.

"This is not a place for someone as important as you."

Jingli pretended to be scared and took two steps back, asking in a tearful voice, "Then, where is this?"

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