2848 The Crown Prince Consort Is a God!

/what?/

The crowd was left in disbelief, struggling to comprehend what was happening. They watched in awe as a faint projection emerged from Boss Zhang's charred body and floated upward, surrounded by a gentle, ethereal light.

"It's a soul!"

"But not a vengeful spirit, right?"

Their amazement and fear spread through the onlookers as they watched the apparition in confusion.

"Impossible! Vengeful spirits are born from the accumulation of resentment between heaven and earth. Their souls persist after death and are fueled by their lingering grudges."

"That's right. I heard they carry malevolent energy of their own."

"This Boss Zhang's soul seems quite weak. It's likely just a regular soul."

With this explanation, some of the fear dissipated, though they still hesitated to get too close to the spectral figure.

"Did the young crown prince consort just summon Boss Zhang's soul with that jade tablet? This is beyond incredible!"

Even the Zhang Clan members were deeply unsettled by this turn of events. Elderly Lady Zhang, overcome with fear, fainted, dragging her two sons away with her.

Staring at the hazy apparition, she quivered as she asked, "My son, a-are you…?"

No one dared to tear their gaze away from Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao, who knelt and repeatedly kowtowed while crying out, " Fairy lady, please, spare my life!"

At this moment, his soul found itself in an exceedingly fragile state, the sheer force of pressure emanating from the other party weighing down upon him. He felt as though, with one more oppressive word from the cold-faced little fairy before him, his soul might disintegrate, vanishing entirely from this world.

Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao turned her unyielding gaze toward Huifeng and instructed, "Inquire about his motives for visiting the Butterfly Pavilion last night. Extract every detail from him!"

Without hesitation, Huifeng complied, approaching with an ingratiating smile while stifling his amusement. He assumed that the young crown prince consort, as expected, couldn't perceive the ghostly spirits. Yet, was she truly oblivious to the ethereal presence she had attracted?

However, this time, Huifeng's assumptions proved incorrect. Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao might not perceive the malevolent spirit entwined in dark energy, but the faint soul remained within her purview. Nevertheless, after her earlier extended conversation with the soul, she seemed utterly disinterested in conversing with it now.

With just a few well-chosen words from Huifeng, Boss Zhang's soul divulged everything.

It transpired that this rascal had meticulously schemed this plan for some time. Envy and jealousy toward the thriving business of the Butterfly Pavilion had driven him to dine there the previous night with malicious intent, aiming to disrupt its operations.

Concealed within his robes, he harbored a bag of medicinal powder and had even extended an invitation to Landlord Li. His sinister plot involved drugging Landlord Li and then framing the Butterfly Pavilion for serving tainted food.

Qiao Mu comprehended the situation fully. The visible unease displayed by the Zhang Family's Viscounts when she earlier mentioned poisoning them made sense now.

/It seemed that the truth had unraveled like a quilt!/

"No, that can't be! It's not poison!" Old Madam Zhang Viscount immediately protested, "Do not wrongly accuse my son. The contents he brought with him are by no means poisonous."

Qiao Mu signaled for Boss Zhang's spectral form to dissipate.

The agitated elderly lady continued, "Where have you sent my son? Did you cause his soul to disintegrate?"

Qiao Mu regarded her with a cold, dismissive look. "He isn't worth the contamination of my hands."