All the money was emptied on the way to exile, and there was too much money to spend

They have wives, children and elderly people at home, and they cannot go into battle with a fuss when they know that the strength between them is much greater than that of the enemy.

This is not only irresponsible to yourself, but also to your family.

Xia Chan smiled and said, "I'll try my best."

Try your best.

If she could go back and remove the poison in her body, then her chances of coming back would be greater.

If she fails to remove the poison in her body, her life will end in a few months...

"elder sister…"

Wei Hua spoke.

Xia Chan withdrew his thoughts, smiled and nodded to the people from the Xie family, then turned and walked towards the black ship.

Three black ships were anchored on the river. The people on the ships lowered the decks, got off the ships, knelt on both sides of the road, and sang loudly in unison, "Welcome the Holy Envoy."

Xia Chan walked onto the deck and boarded the boat step by step without looking around.

Wei Hua looked at Xie Wenhao, curled her lips, and followed him onto the boat.

Under the watchful eyes of Xie Chang and his companions, the three large black ships gradually moved farther and farther away.

After those ships completely disappeared, the air that seemed to be frozen began to flow slowly.

Xie Chang looked at Xie Lin who was still unconscious, and said to Xie Yuan helplessly, "What should we do? When the third child wakes up and sees that his sister-in-law is gone, how are we going to explain it to him?"

Xie Yuan also frowned. "The third brother is a reasonable person. He will understand the good intentions of his younger brother and sister-in-law."

"I hope so. Alas..."

Xie Chang couldn't help but let out a long sigh, "What is going on?"

Why is my sister-in-law the holy messenger?

Moreover, the other party looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with, making it difficult to rob him.

Xie Chang sighed heavily again, and his eyes fell on Xie Wenhao who was standing beside him. "Wenhao, you have been with Miss Wei Hua for so long, have you ever heard her talk about your aunt?"

Xie Wenhao's eyes were always on the river.

Even though the big black ship had disappeared for a while, he still hadn't taken his eyes off it.

Only when he heard his father's words did he come to his senses.

"She said that my aunt is a holy messenger of the religion."

"Isn't your aunt the last disciple who is an expert in both medicine and poison?" Xie Chang asked.

Xie Wenhao hummed and said, "Perhaps, this master of both medicine and poison is the bishop of the Divine Religion."

Xie Chang took a breath of cold air.

Is it even possible?

Xie Yuan thought about it and felt that what Xie Wenhao said was very reasonable.

Who could have imagined that the elusive dragon, whose existence was only in legends as a master of both medicine and poison, was the bishop of the Divine Grace Church, the largest religion in Southern Xinjiang?

People in the martial arts world searched for them everywhere, thinking they were hidden masters, but they didn't know that they were the dreaded bishops of the Southern Xinjiang Divine Religion...

What is all this about?

Xie Yuan also felt emotional.

As for Xie Wenhao, he also felt a little uncomfortable.

Wei Hua is gone just like that, what should I do with the lovesickness poison in my body?

Would she plant the love poison in other men in the future? What about him? And what about my uncle? What about my aunt when she is gone? What about my uncle when he wakes up?

I originally thought it would be a very lively New Year, but because of something that happened suddenly, the atmosphere of the New Year became extremely depressing.

After Old Lady Xie, Mrs. Xie Su, and other members of the Xie family heard the news that Xia Chan had been taken back to southern Xinjiang, they couldn't help but look at Xia Chan's small courtyard with worried looks on their faces.

Xie Lin is still in a coma.

What should I do when he wakes up?

Unlike the Xie family who were worried, Xia Chan returned to the boat, changed into Nanjiang clothes, got himself ready, and then went out.

"Holy Messenger."

Ying Po walked out from the corner and handed the letter in her hand to Xia Chan with great respect.

He spoke in a voice as rough as a duck's voice, "The Bishop asked you to go to the royal court."

Xia Chan said "oh" and took the letter without any expression on her face and opened it. When she saw the contents of the letter, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

She guessed correctly, the reason why her two masters went to such great lengths to "invite" her was because they could no longer bear it.

They no longer want to be the bishop of a religious sect revered by everyone in southern Xinjiang. What they want is the whole of southern Xinjiang.

Since it is inconvenient for the two of them to take action, the best way is to let Xia Chan, the sharp sword, do it.

After killing the King of Southern Xinjiang, the Divine Cult will follow God's will and support one of their puppets to take power, thus actually taking control of Southern Xinjiang.

I have to say, this is a good plan.

What Xia Chan was more curious about was, what kind of outrageous thing did the little emperor of southern Xinjiang do that made her two masters no longer have the patience to wait for him to die, and instead wanted her to kill him directly?

Ying Po was the right-hand man of her two masters, an old woman in her forties, with half of her face covered with a mask all year round.

Only Xia Chan and her two masters knew that beneath Ying Po's half mask was not a disfigured face, but her weapon for killing people.

Xia Chan burned the letter in his hand.

"Master, how do I get close to the little emperor?"

"The King of Southern Xinjiang is selecting a concubine. With your beauty, it will be easy for you to be chosen."

Ying Po answered expressionlessly.

It sounds like he is complimenting himself on his good looks?

It’s a pity that she spoke too mechanically, otherwise Xia Chan would think she was praising herself.

Xia Chan frowned.

It seems that whether it is her master or her father, they all seem to like her to use this face to complete the task?

For example, she was married to Yuan Che before. Even though it didn’t work out, she was still married, right?

Now she wants the position of King of Southern Xinjiang, and her master wants her to become the King of Southern Xinjiang’s concubine?

Xia Chan clicked his tongue.

"They want the head of the King of Southern Xinjiang. I can just take it directly. Why go to so much trouble?"

"The King of Southern Xinjiang was assassinated some time ago. Now no one can get close to him easily." Ying Po continued to explain expressionlessly.

Xia Chan hummed, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Since you can't get close to him, how can you be sure that if I choose a concubine, I can get close to him and succeed?"

"That is something the Holy Envoy needs to consider."

Ying Po answered very straightforwardly.

Xia Chan sneered and waved his hand.

"Okay, I understand, go down."

"Please rest well, Holy Envoy."

After saying this, Yingpo left the room quietly.

After she left, the door was quickly pushed open. Xia Chan looked up and saw Wei Hua sneaking in.

She picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea, put it to her mouth and was about to drink.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Wei Hua grabbed her hand and said, "You dare to drink the water from the black dragon? Do you want to die?"

Xia Chan raised her eyebrows and glanced at Wei Hua. "After being in the Xie family for a while, have you learned to care about others?"

"You've made progress!"

Wei Hua chuckled and withdrew her hand. At this moment, Xia Chan raised her hand and drank all the water in the cup.

"elder sister?"

Wei Hua widened her eyes, totally confused.

She said that we can’t drink this water, why doesn’t her sister understand?

"Sister, you..."

"You've learned to care about people, but your mind hasn't come around yet."