The Empress Dowager loathed anything she could not completely control, so after they escaped from the ritual implement using the power of the Glazed Bone, she took control of many lesser ghosts and made them do her bidding.
But her power and the Regent Prince's came from the same source, and every time, the Regent Prince could still order her lesser ghosts around. This made the two ghosts dislike each other even more, until they finally thought of turning all their subordinates into half-ghosts like themselves, half-ghosts who would obey only them.
They tried many methods and finally managed to control half the lesser ghosts each. They also began expanding their search, hoping to find Mo Zhou's reincarnation among the vast sea of people.
A thousand years had passed, and they had never considered the possibility that Mo Zhou might have chosen not to reincarnate so he could wait for Zeng Qinghuan. Their understanding lacked anything of the sort.
The Empress Dowager and the Regent Prince looked at Zeng Qinghuan before them at the same time, crazed and resentful. They had been fused for so long that even their minds had begun affecting each other, making them increasingly deranged.
[Wait... why does this thing look like that?]
[Even the grilled pork belly in my hand doesn't taste good anymore.]
[Unofficial histories said the Regent Prince and the Empress Dowager were a handsome man and a beautiful woman.]
[You said it yourself, unofficial histories. They also say some emperor screwed his way to the throne.]
[Hurry up and let our Gugu clock out.]
Zeng Qinghuan drew the longsword fastened to her silver-white armor. Back when she was still at the Pear Garden, Mo Zhou had personally learned smithing at a blacksmith shop and forged it for her. In those days,