Bai Wutong’s face was dark, as if shrouded in a layer of frost. She had been mentally prepared for this; the mastermind behind the scenes would never let her wish be granted so easily. However, she could never have imagined that they would resort to such vile and sinister tactics. The so-called rumors of hauntings and those ghostly cries were clearly nothing more than a meticulously staged farce!
In the Capital, the vast majority of the common people were illiterate. To them, talk of ghosts and gods was like a form of invisible faith that could easily bewilder the mind, making it effortless for them to believe such rumors as truth. Once the populace was truly misled, not only would Bai Wutong's plan to commission a golden statue vanish into thin air, but the monumental achievements she had gained in controlling the plague would also be completely discredited by everyone.
Zhang Chengyan, as an Emperor, possessed a keen and meticulous mind, and he could naturally see through it. "Ghostly faces? It's all a cheap trick! There is no such thing as ghosts or spirits in this world!" If ghosts really existed, the deep, confined walls of the Imperial Palace should be the place with the most profound resentment. Throughout history, countless lives had flickered out within these four walls, most dying from backstabbing and the crushing weight of power struggles. The resentment of those wrongfully killed could reach the heavens, yet when had they ever truly seen a haunting in this palac…
Chapter 250