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After a while, in that death-inducing silence, the sound of footsteps finally rang out.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief, although they didn't know why.

A figure appeared at the door of the inn and strolled slowly into the room. He walked very slowly, but he did not seem surprised. On the contrary, he had an indescribable feeling of leisure. It was as if the world had slowed down for him.

He walked up to Pei Ruochen, bowed slightly to her and greeted her before sitting down on his own.

Her eyes widened, and she was even more surprised to see the man.

The person who slowly walked in was none other than the Feng Jiu He Lan Xue was currently looking for.

Feng Jiu, who was sitting opposite to Pei Ruochen, saw a pot of tea in front of him, so he poured himself a cup and raised his head to take a sip. He then cheerfully said, "As expected, this is a good tea."

"Teacher Feng is indeed elegant." Pei Ruochen smiled and said, "Sir, if you like it, I'll send someone to escort you to your residence later."

Because of this, the tea was extremely precious. A few taels were already worth a thousand gold.

Feng Jiu didn't stand on ceremony. He simply said "thank you" and it was time to do it.

Pei Ruochen then returned to the main point and directly asked without beating around the bush, "Teacher has sent me a letter saying that you can cure the empress dowager's illness, but I don't know what the method is?"

"Lord Pei must have heard of the secret medicine of Fengzhuang, right?" Feng Jiu said mysteriously.

Fengzhuang in the martial arts world, its mysteriousness and profoundness had always been on par with the Flowing Garden, said that Fengzhuang had a secret medicine that could cure the empress dowager, but Pei Ruochen also believed it.

"But before that, please explain the condition of the empress dowager's illness to me in detail. I'll apply the right medicine for her. When she enters the palace, I won't let down on her recommendation." Feng Jiu slowly requested.

Pei Ruochen pondered for a moment before narrowing her eyes, which were slightly cold. He changed the topic and leisurely asked, "It is said that Sir Feng has always served the traitor He Lan Xue. How can I know if Sir is sincere in treating the Empress Dowager?"

Feng Jiu's face was still calm as he said indifferently, "You can choose not to believe it. It is not that I must save you."

Pei Ruochen pondered for a while more, but could not think of any scheme that Feng Jiu had plotted against her.

On the contrary, if he were to enter the palace in such a manner, and if he could not cure the Empress, perhaps his life would be lost in the wrath of His Majesty — it was truly an extremely risky task.

At this point, Pei Ruochen's expression eased up and he replied, "Her Majesty's illness began with the cold wind of a month ago. At first, she only coughed and had a fever, but afterwards, not even a drop of water entered and she fell unconscious. It had been three days since Her Majesty had taken a sip of water, and she was afraid that she was about to run out of oil. Is mister still sure of saving Her Majesty? "

"I'm not sure." Feng Jiu smiled. "I won't have the slightest confidence if I don't see the patient."

Pei Ruochen was startled, and a furious look appeared on her face.

"However, I will do my best." Feng Jiu said again.

Pei Ruochen restrained herself and maintained her humble and amiable expression. She cupped her hands and respectfully said, "In that case, Mister, please follow me into the palace tonight. Saving a life is as important as saving a fire. We cannot delay this."

"Not tonight." Feng Jiu slowly refused, "Tonight, I must find a medicinal catalyst."

"What kind of medicine is this?"

"This is the secret recipe of Fengzhuang, I can't tell you." Feng Jiu politely refused again.

Pei Ruochen was a person of good self-control and did not get angry. She continued to sit there as usual, serving cups and drinking tea with an indifferent and profound expression on her face.

"May I ask where you are staying? Tomorrow, I will personally extend the invitation to Mister. " After a while, Pei Ruochen politely invited him in again.

"I wouldn't dare trouble you, milord." Feng Jiu was terrified and tried to force the issue.

Pei Ruochen was a big shot in the imperial court right now. With a single stomp of her feet, she shocked everyone in the imperial court.

If he personally went to invite someone, that person would either be extremely respected, or would not live for long.

Feng Jiu also knew this logic.

Pei Ruochen didn't answer him directly. She merely stood up and smiled as she said, "Mister Feng, see you tomorrow."

Her voice was so humble, but it had an irresistible domineering tone to it.

Feng Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the jade-like face of Pei Ruochen in front of him. She was clearly a modest and modest young master, but there was a hint of corruption within her that seemed to be fermenting.

However, his pupils were bright, strangely bright. It was as if there was something burning at the deepest part of his body, causing flames to appear. It was a black flame.

"Thank you." Feng Jiu was too lazy to refuse, he cupped his hands together and accepted it.

Pei Ruochen gave a slight smile and a complacent smile.

High and mighty.

Then, he turned his sleeve and waved his sleeve, leaving as soon as he finished speaking.

Feng Jiu stood up to send her off. He watched Pei Ruochen's back as she left the inn. Then, he sat back down and continued to sip the tea in his hand.

Yi Jian was about to rush downstairs, but was stopped by He Lan Xue's arm. She said in a low voice: "There is someone watching from outside."

Even though Pei Ruochen had left, she had left behind two of the Pei Mansion's Death Soldiers outside to keep an eye on Feng Jiu's movements. At this moment, it was obviously inconvenient for them to recognize each other.

"Wait a little longer, we'll talk about it later." As soon as she said that, she pulled Yi Jian back into the room with her.

Their house faced the street and their windows faced the street.

He Lan Xue opened the window a crack and looked down from afar.

Pei Ruochen hadn't left yet. He was standing in front of a sedan chair, and a Death Soldier from the Pei Mansion was kneeling in front of him, as if he was reporting something.

His voice was low and intermittent. He Lan Xue condensed her zhen Qi as she held her breath to listen carefully. Finally, she heard some clues.

"Lord, the princess is losing her temper again." Someone came.

"Is there a need to report to me on such a small matter?" Pei Ruochen's voice was low and filled with anger.

The man was terrified and hastened to explain, "But the princess brought back the empress and scolded the emperor's men. The news from the palace said that when the princess brought back the empress, she gave Lan Fei a slap on the face. The empress dowager collapsed on the spot as if she had lost her breath, and the imperial physician is currently rescuing her."

Pei Ruochen's expression changed, "Ruo Lan, are you alright?"

"I don't know." The man answered awkwardly.

Pei Ruochen let out a cold snort, turned around and returned to her sedan. A muffled voice came from the sedan, "Enter the palace!"

After being slapped by He Lan, Pei Rulan had lost her temper.

Even Pei Ruochen was unable to maintain her calm after such a huge incident.

Upstairs, when He Lan Xue heard these words, she had a completely different frame of mind.

Rong Xiu had been brought to the Prime Minister's residence by He Lan. Why?

Why did Helian Lun hit Pei Ruolan?

No matter what, she was still the empress of the heavens. Was a dignified empress required the protection of a princess that had already been married off?

He Lan Xue couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't figure it out either.

However, as a smart person, he knew that it was impossible for her to not know how difficult her situation was.

— And she's not in the palace now.

She was in the Prime Minister's Palace.

It might be difficult to enter or leave the palace, but to He Lan Xue, it was a matter of ease and familiarity.

He leaned against the windowsill in silence, watching Pei Ruochen's palanquin gradually disappear at the end of the busy street.

Yi Jian heard the same words. He looked at his prince hesitantly, then turned around to look at his confused lover.

Could it be that His Highness is planning to sway left and right again? Yi Jian was speechless.

Sure enough, He Lan Xue turned her head to look at her lover, then warned him, "Yi Jian, take care of your lover. I'll be right back."

"But Your Highness …" Yi Jian subconsciously wanted to stop him, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know what to say.

He was only a servant, and didn't seem to interfere in the Prince's private affairs. Moreover, it was a personal affair.

Her lover, on the other hand, acted as if he didn't know anything. She just stood there, listening to him attentively while glancing at him.

Just one glance.

She looked away.

He looked at Ye Zichen with a confused expression.

However, He Lan Xue was extremely calm. She smiled and walked over. She lifted the hair on her shoulder and whispered, "I need to leave for a while. I need to go to the Prime Minister's Estate."

"Oh." She looked from side to side, but she didn't look at him. She didn't seem to care.

"I have to see her." He Lan Xue continued, "But, I saw her, not like you think, because I can't let go of her or something else. But, there are some things that I have to verify with her, and that is very important. "

"I'm not thinking of anything." Her eyes finally stopped on He Lan Xue. She whispered, "You don't need to tell me about the decision you made."

As she listened, she didn't feel happy at all.

— Doesn't she care at all?

"Anyway, I believe you." The person added naturally.

Houlan was startled, and then she smiled.

"Then wait for me. I'll be back tonight." He tapped her nose with the tips of his fingers, and was inexplicably elated.

The woman turned her head and looked back at the long street.

On the other hand, Pei Ruochen's sedan was nowhere to be found.

The former Prince Consort's Residence, today's Prime Minister's Estate.

Spring had just arrived, but it had already turned into depression.

He Lan Xue flashed past the corner, avoiding another group of patrolling Death Soldiers, and snuck into the back garden as if she was familiar with the route.

At the time of the founding of this house, he had also participated in the supervision, and was thus familiar with its layout.

Thinking of the time when He Lanyou and Pei Ruochen got married, the entire garden was covered in a red and green luster, and a pool of dragon and serpent dance could be seen.

However, it had only been half a year, yet he had already lost: the ground was littered with leaves, scattered on the surface of the pond, left unattended, still rotting, the wind blowing, stirring up a stench.

He Lan Xue inwardly sighed with emotion for a while, then quietly went to He Lan Lu's favorite loft.

The reason why he was sure she was there was because, aside from He Lan You, Rong Xiu also liked that place.

It was a tall wooden building with four windows facing each other. Standing on top of the pavilion, one could see the beautiful scenery of the garden.

Holding a jade guqin and looking at a pool of spring water was once her favorite thing to do.

She was always quiet.

Remembering the blurry beautiful image at the bottom of her heart, He Lan Xue didn't know what kind of feeling it was, whether it was joy or bitterness. However, those feelings all had a kind of ancient meaning, as if it was drifting from an ancient time, and she couldn't hear it clearly.

Sure enough, He Lan Xue was a few steps behind. She finally stopped on a big tree in front of the pavilion. Through the sparse tree branches, he was able to see the two figures inside.

The carved wooden window was open, and the woman closest to the window was wearing a light yellow dress. On the outside, there was a light purple cape, with towering clouds. It was Helan.