Seeing this, Nanli couldn't just stand by. Several copper coins flew out, forming a small net that trapped Madam Xu's soul, with each coin grasping a part of her soul. Rong Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief, grateful to Nanli. Nanli retrieved the copper coins and said, "You harmed others and yourself. Your wife's soul is already too weak to weaken further."
With that, she waved a talisman, sealing the entwined incense burner to prevent its evil aura from leaking out again and to restrain Rong Zhiyun once more.
After completing these tasks, she turned to Ye Siheng. "Your Highness, are you okay?"
With the spell broken, Ye Siheng's strength and internal energy slowly recovered. He shook his head lightly.
However, Rong Zhiyun still held the dagger in his hand, now full of regret. "I'm willing to die. Please, Your Highness, spare my sister!"
A cold light gleamed.
The dagger was about to slit his throat.
Ye Siheng flicked a hidden weapon, knocking the dagger out of his hand.