The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 471 The Thousand Nightmare Talisman, Intimidating the Emperor
A jet of dark blood spurted out, startling the head eunuch into screaming. Emperor Anhe turned pale and staggered back two steps, collapsing onto the soft couch.

He stared blankly at the dark blood on the back of his hand, his mind buzzing, his expression terrified. He didn't notice that Lang Jiuchuan, who was sitting below him, had quietly crushed a talisman that was already prepared, which was pitch black and exuded a strange aura.

Lang Jiuchuan's lips curled up almost imperceptibly. In this place blessed by the dragon's fortune, she couldn't openly use magic, but she could use a talisman. A Thousand Nightmares Dream-Inducing Talisman that she had carefully prepared for Emperor Anhe, using the Judge's Talisman Pen as a tool, her blood essence as cinnabar, the Nine Netherworld Realm as a structure, and the Xuanming True Meaning as a drawing. It was silent and stealthy, and specifically targeted the soul.

This talisman has wasted a lot of her spiritual power!

As the talisman shattered, an invisible and extremely subtle fluctuation instantly spread from her sleeve, enveloping the entire side hall. The ambergris in the dragon cauldron became sticky, its fragrance dissipating, carrying a strange power that made people drowsy.

Emperor Anhe stared at the back of his hand and suddenly felt as if something was squeezing the air around him. His vision blurred, and he looked up abruptly, only to find that he was not in the side hall, but standing alone in front of a high platform. The platform was ten feet high, and on it was a mirror, about ten spans in circumference, hanging to the east, with seven characters written on it.

After Emperor Anhe saw those words clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted and his hands trembled.

There are no good people before the Mirror of Retribution.

This is the location of the Mirror of Retribution in the Underworld.
Legend has it that good people don't come to the Mirror of Retribution, so how did he end up here? Does this mean he's not a good person?

How could that be? He was a conscientious emperor, never daring to be incompetent or to tolerate corrupt officials who would cause the people to suffer. Although he could not achieve perfect justice for both the emperor and the people, the people lived in peace and prosperity without any major wars or chaos. He believed that he had fulfilled his duty as emperor. Even if he could not be a wise ruler, he would certainly not be a foolish one.

If he dares to be so incompetent as to cause widespread suffering, the Imperial Advisor will tear him apart!

So how could he possibly be at the Mirror of Retribution? It's fake, an illusion.

The scene on the Mirror of Retribution changed, showing the tragic deaths of Prince Jing's two wives, especially Chen Shi. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was disheveled as she crawled out of the mirror. Her eyes, filled with thick tears of blood, were fixed on him. Not far behind her was Liu, the young man she had once been betrothed to. He was holding her head in his hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent, as he slowly walked towards her.

Yes, Chen and Liu were once engaged. It was Prince Jing who took a liking to Chen and asked him to grant the marriage, thus invalidating the engagement between the Chen and Liu families. However, after Chen entered the family, Prince Jing went mad for some reason and ordered a group of so-called mountain bandits to abduct and kill Liu. It is said that when the man was found, his head and neck were only connected by a layer of skin.

If there had been no arranged marriage, these blood feuds would not have occurred!
"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!" Seeing the two crawling towards him, Emperor Anhe was terrified and screamed, but found that he could not make any sound and could only roar silently. He wanted to escape, but when he looked down, he saw that his legs were being held tightly by someone and he could not move.

It's Consort Liu and Consort Xie!
They gave him a sinister smile: "Your Majesty, where are you going?"

Maggots sprouted from the upper half of Consort Xie's body, which had been severed at the waist. He ordered it to be thrown into a mass grave and forbidden from being placed in the imperial mausoleum, because she was unworthy of it.

Emperor Anhe made a hoarse sound, and the scene suddenly changed. He saw the royal family members in the mirror dying from various accidents, none of them surviving, especially him, who was childless and without descendants. The figures of the princes and princesses twisted and rushed towards him, accusing him of forcing others to do things against his will, of going against the will of Heaven, and of provoking that madman Lang Jiuchuan.

His most treasured dragon throne had turned into a pile of white bones. He sat on it, and beneath it, someone stood with their back to him, holding a dragon-slaying sword.

The person slowly turned around. It was Lang Jiuchuan, that frail woman with a strange fate, who was said to bring misfortune to her husband and Tantai!

She stood before the dragon throne, with countless wailing royal souls beneath her feet. She slowly raised the dragon-slaying sword in her hand, and heavenly lightning struck down from above, landing on the sword. A terrifying aura of world-destroying power surged forth, and she suddenly swung it down at her own dragon throne.

"No!" As the dragon-slaying sword fell, Emperor Anhe felt an overwhelming despair and a chilling fear. The entire Tantai royal family was shattered, the throne had changed hands, and the bloodline was gone. Emperor Anhe saw the Imperial Preceptor, who descended like a god, but not to save him. Instead, the Preceptor questioned him with disgust and hatred, filled with boundless rage, looking at him as if he were some filthy piece of trash.

With a wave of his hand, the Imperial Advisor mercilessly pulled out his soul, and with a squeeze of his hand, it exploded into countless fragments.

"Ah!" Emperor Anhe let out a shrill scream and rolled off the soft couch.

In reality, Lang Jiuchuan watched him roll off the cushion with his head tilted back, his hands clenched, his face as pale as gold paper, his whole body soaked in sweat, his body trembling violently, his pupils dilated with extreme fear, and his throat emitting hoarse hoarse sounds.

Extreme fear was about to consume him.

The head eunuch rushed to help him in a panic: "Your Majesty, what's wrong? Guards, protect the Emperor, summon the imperial physician, and summon the Grand Elder!"

Lang Jiuchuan played with the talisman brush and gently drew it towards Emperor Anhe. A pure and spiritual aura surged towards him, and Emperor Anhe's soul trembled. He slowly calmed down and saw that he was in the side hall. He looked bewildered but also breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed just an illusion. However, the fear in his eyes never dissipated.

It was so real. Everything displayed on the Mirror of Retribution seemed like it would actually happen, constantly reminding him that if he persisted in his ways, the outcome would be exactly as shown on the Mirror of Retribution.

Those terrifying scenes, like a cursed brand, were deeply etched into his soul, instilling in him a profound fear and dread.

Lang Jiuchuan, it's her!

"What did you do to me?" Emperor Anhe looked at Lang Jiuchuan with a gloomy gaze. She remained standing calmly in place, her eyes filled with questions and her face innocent, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.

Lang Jiuchuan frowned: "Your Majesty's words are not easy to understand, but the insidious poison has entered the body. Your Majesty, it must be treated. Prince Jing is a cautionary tale."

Insidious?

Emperor Anhe looked at his hand; the black blood had stopped flowing, but the filthy blood reminded him of what had happened.

Could it be that the illusion he saw displayed by the Mirror of Retribution just now was also caused by this insidious poison?
He was helped up by the chief eunuch and sat back down on the soft couch. His chest heaved violently as he looked at his hands, then at Lang Jiuchuan, his eyes filled with doubt, indescribable fear, rage, and a lingering dread.

The Rong family head was right about one thing: she would become a major threat.

A strong killing intent surged in Emperor Anhe's eyes, but as soon as the thought arose, the wound that had stopped bleeding suddenly became painful again. He groaned, arched his body, and seemed to feel the blood turning cold and yin, and his whole body began to tremble.

　I didn't write well, I'm useless, I bow to everyone!

　　(End of this chapter)