No Cure, Cannot Be Exorcised, Farewell

Ancient people were especially superstitious. At the mere mention of ghosts, their hair would stand on end with fright.

The most crucial detail: the night watchman had never seen the deceased man, nor did he know what he looked like or what he wore, yet he described the ghost’s appearance with uncanny accuracy. Was that just a coincidence?

Of course not!

Everyone who heard the story was terrified. Merchants and residents near Suxin Pavilion all fled, keeping as far away from the place as possible.

By the end of the day, rumors of Suxin Pavilion being haunted had spread throughout the Capital.

People whispered that Princess Mira must have committed countless evil deeds, killed someone, and then used her status to cover it up. Now the vengeful spirit refuses to leave, haunting Suxin Pavilion and seeking revenge.

The ghost story grew wilder with every retelling, gaining more vivid details until it finally reached Princess Mira’s ears.

Princess Mira was furious when she heard the rumors. She smashed a cup and shouted, “How dare these insolent commoners fabricate such lies about ghosts!”

Lila shrank back and whispered, “Princess, the auction is tomorrow. What if… people are too scared of the ghost to come?”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts. It’s all nonsense, and I don’t believe it!” Princess Mira stood up. “Only ignorant commoners would fall for such rumors. Suxin Pavilion is in a prime location—there’s no way a few stories would lower its value. Don’t worry.”

The auction went ahead as scheduled. Princess Mira was brimming with confidence, but Lila was anxious.

Normally, if a shop was rumored to be haunted, no one would dare buy it, no matter how prime the location. Merchants are notoriously superstitious—they’d never pay a high price for a cursed property.

At the auction, Princess Mira’s confidence took a hit when she saw only a handful of buyers in attendance.

Most of today’s buyers hadn’t witnessed the man’s death firsthand. Not a single person who’d seen it with their own eyes showed up.

With so few people present, the bidding couldn’t get off the ground, leaving Princess Mira frantic.

When the auction began, Suxin Pavilion was offered at a low starting price. But forget bidding—no one even wanted it at the bargain rate. Were all these people just here for the spectacle?

Princess Mira was burning with anxiety. If no one was buying, then why had they even come?

Whenever Princess Mira got anxious, Lila was the one who suffered. Fearing a beating, Lila hurriedly said, “Princess, please don’t hit me! I have an idea. Since everyone’s afraid of ghosts, why don’t we invite a Royal Monk to perform an exorcism right here? If they see the ritual with their own eyes, maybe they’ll stop worrying!”

Princess Mira’s eyes lit up. That made sense! She quickly halted the auction, asked the buyers to stay, and sent someone to the temple to fetch a renowned exorcist.

The attendant spent over an hour rushing back and forth before finally bringing back a famous Royal Monk from the Capital.

“Amitabha. I have come to drive out the ghost,” the Royal Monk said, palms together, standing at the entrance of Suxin Pavilion.

The merchants at the auction immediately recognized him—this was the most skilled exorcist in the Capital, and many had hired him before for rituals. Everyone trusted the Royal Monk’s abilities.

Princess Mira finally breathed a sigh of relief. “Everyone, you all think Suxin Pavilion is haunted, right? Well, I’ve invited a Royal Monk to perform an exorcism, so once the ritual is done, the place will be clean—and you can bid as you please!”

With that, Princess Mira gestured for the Royal Monk to begin. He set up an altar and started chanting to drive out the ghost.

Everyone watched with wide eyes, especially Princess Mira, who was overjoyed. Once the ghost was gone, Suxin Pavilion would be valuable again.

After a long stretch of chanting and rituals, the Royal Monk finally opened his eyes, looked at Suxin Pavilion, and sighed. He pressed his palms together and said to Princess Mira, “There’s nothing I can do. The ghost won’t leave. Farewell. Amitabha.”

With that, the Royal Monk patted his robes and strode off.