The living and the dead belonged to different worlds. That was more than just a saying. If people and ghosts spent too much time together, the balance of yin and yang in their bodies would be disrupted. At best, they would fall ill; at worst, they would lose their lives. How could anyone take such a thing lightly?
The soldiers heard the worry in the Prince's voice and hurriedly saluted before reporting, "Your Highness, the Imperial Preceptor has already taken precautions. The mist here was all summoned by the Imperial Preceptor. It's highly beneficial to the living, so anyone alive who enters this place will be unharmed."
After hearing this, Liao Zhihe realized that, sure enough, all of this had been Luo Yunji's doing. "Where are the three of them now?"
That was a difficult question to answer.
"Your Highness, this subordinate doesn't know their exact location. However, every day the Imperial Preceptor walks all the way down the street. Once he's eaten his fill, the street closes for the day."
So this street was opened just for the food! the Prince thought helplessly.
"How do we get out of here?" Liao Zhihe thought of the guards who had accompanied him. They would surely search everywhere when they realized he was missing, and might even alarm the Emperor.
"Just go through that gate over there!" The soldier pointed to a huge sign three zhang away.
Liao Zhihe nodded and hurried to let his guards know he was safe. But just as he was about to step through the gate, he suddenly pulled his foot back.
"How do I get back in after I leave?"
"Well... this subordinate isn't sure either. But these past few days, anyone with the Little Prince's invitation could come and go as they pleased."
"Xing'er?" Liao