Charles fawned, "Miss Qing, with your skills, handling such trivial matters is a real waste of talent." Miss Qing had her head wrapped in a scarf, wearing the attire of the Miao people, with silver bells tied around her wrists and ankles. Whenever she raised her hand or took a step, there was a crisp ringing of the bells. Above the roof tiles, Dong Huiying heard the sound of the bells, her expression somewhat dazed. She vaguely felt that this bell sound seemed to have been heard somewhere before...? She carefully recalled, unraveling the tangled memories of her past and present lives. At that moment, Charles asked again, "Miss Qing has been searching for someone; have you found them yet? It has been many years since we last met." Miss Qing glanced at Charles indifferently, "Your Dayuan accent is becoming quite authentic. Back when we first met, you had just arrived and could only communicate through gestures." Charles chuckled awkwardly, "So much time has passed, and I, Charles, have made some progress. Miss Qing, to be honest, Jiangnan has been quite unsettled lately. I’ve sent a letter to Her Highness Seventh, but the distance to the Mist Capital is still quite considerable. With the nightly deaths, many of which are somewhat related to me, I hope Miss Qing can lend a helping hand." Miss Qing smiled alluringly, "And if I do, what benefit is there for me? You know, I’m passionate about sorcery, seeking neither fame nor wealth, and act solely based on my whims. If you want my assistance, you must come up with enticing terms for me first." Charles’ eyes flickered, "The Dayuan of today is no longer the Dayuan of old. The Xinsan Army has been repeatedly defeated by Dajin and The Outside. For years, Miss Qing has been searching for the former leaders of the army and the remnants who betrayed them, known as the ’Ghost Warriors,’ truly ghostlike. After their mass escape, they’ve vanished like phantoms. Only Divine Doctor Yun from Medicine Valley occasionally appears in the outside world." Miss Qing took a sip of tea, smiling, "If your card is Yun Ge’s whereabouts, there’s no need. Yun Ge returns to Medicine Valley periodically; if I wanted to act against her, she’d already be dead. However, doing so would go against my original intention." Charles quickly said, "I know! What Miss Qing desires is the lives of all those Eighty Thousand Souls!" Miss Qing’s expression remained calm, "It’s good you know. Last year, Dayuan was in a tight spot with war; Lao Ba stationed in the capital seemed overwhelmed and asked for my help, promising to help me catch those hiding rats, but their capabilities were limited and made me wait in vain for long." At this, Miss Qing couldn’t help but sigh, "It’s strange how someone dared to interfere with King Yama. Back then, it was a mutually agreeable deal, yet those fools held a grudge against me. Dong Baowei voluntarily took the sorcery to save Lao Jiu; it wasn’t my coercion. But her troops viewed me as a thorn in their side, causing me no end of trouble. My Ru Hua, whom I raised meticulously for three years, ended up stewed into chicken soup by those little ones instead of catching me. Poor Ru Hua." Charles’ expression froze slightly, thinking to himself that this person’s pettiness was incurable. Just how much persistence does it take to hold a grudge for years over a chicken? All because the chicken she raised back then was plucked and boiled into soup by those ’Ghost Warriors’?