Su Muyao's expression shifted slightly as she listened to his voice.
Compared to Jiang Mochuan, who harbored grudges against her, Yue Wuhen was like an invisible person, lacking any presence, and there were no conflicts or barriers between them—just strangers.
Since they were strangers, why did hearing his voice evoke a sense of familiarity?
Su Muyao furrowed her brow, feeling somewhat puzzled.
The Empress spoke: "Now that Muyao is here, let's begin."
"Yes."
After receiving the order, Yue Wuhen began to prepare for curse removal.
He set up a fire basin on the ground, burning some special herbs inside. Then he stepped forward and cut a small area on the Empress's arm, while his long, fair fingers moved. A series of special fine needles fell on the Empress, seeming to seal certain places.
He then used another dagger to cut his finger, allowing his blood to drip into the fire basin, merging with those unique herbs.
His blood also dripped onto a bell.
