Transmigrated into the daughter of the prime minister, and thrived in space

"I've been there, and there was nothing unusual! And I didn't find any trace of Sister Qiao." Si Fangfang yawned. Ever since her master passed away, she had been secretly investigating the murder of her master and had slept very little.

Li Lingyan took the blueprint and said, "Leave Xiao Qiao's matter to me. You can focus on handling the affairs in the valley!"

Si Fangfang nodded and led him away in a secret way.

In the secret passage, I met an uninvited guest.

"Do it as soon as possible to avoid any more trouble." A familiar male voice came.

A gentle female voice replied, "Fang Fang is watching too closely, so it's not easy to take action."

Li Lingyan had recognized the male voice as Li Mochen, and Si Fangfang also confirmed that the female voice was Bai Sangruo. The two looked at each other and continued to listen.

"Chen, you know best how I have treated you over the years. Have you... ever..." Bai Sangruo climbed up Li Mochen's neck with her soft hands, stood on tiptoes, pressed her beautiful lips against Li Mochen, and spoke in a sweet voice.

Li Mochen put his left hand on her waist and lifted her up, so that her lips almost touched his.

Li Mochen looked at her coldly, and gently stroked her lips with his right hand, "Who gave you the courage? You have such a delusion!"

Bai Sangruo stared at him straight in the eyes, with the corners of her lips slightly raised. After a long while, she knelt on the ground and said calmly, "Subordinate, I am overstepping my authority."

Li Mochen glanced at her with disdain and said, "Do your job well!" Then he left with his hands behind his back.

Bai Sangruo did not stand up. Instead, he looked up with a smile that couldn't be colder on the corner of his lips.

After a while, she got up and went back to the valley along the secret passage. When she passed by the place where Li Lingyan and Si Fangfang were hiding, she glanced at them out of the corner of her eye.

After she walked away, the two continued to leave the valley along the secret passage.

"Your senior sister... is actually Li Mochen's person?" Li Lingyan said as he walked.

Si Fangfang was still in deep thought. "I don't think that Senior Sister is necessarily responsible for Master's death, but... she should know that Master found the handkerchief of the old witch king. But... why didn't she give it to Feng Mucheng... or Li Mochen?"

"Does your senior sister know that you use this secret passage?" Li Lingyan did not respond, but suddenly thought of something and asked curiously.

Si Fangfang's eyes showed a hint of surprise, "You mean... Senior Sister did it on purpose?"

Li Lingyan walked forward without saying anything or nodding.

Si Fangfang's eyes were full of confusion.

An hour later, the two returned to the palace.

Si Fangfang checked Si Wenming from head to toe and couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong?" Li Lingyan's face couldn't help but become solemn.

Si Fangfang snorted twice, "It's just that he's not... That's strange! Judging from his pulse, he should have woken up a long time ago. Could it be that he has a difficult and complicated disease that I can't diagnose?"

"We still can't be careless... Xiao Qiao has not been found yet. Wenming must not get into any trouble again!" Li Lingyan looked at Si Wenming lying motionless on the bed and let out a breath.

Si Fangfang glanced at him, then put her hand on Si Wen's vitals, "Strange! My medical skills are not bad!"

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Two days later, Si Wenming was still in a coma, but he had some reaction and vomited all the medicine he had taken.

Si Fangfang checked the imperial pharmacy and other places... and did not return until late at night.

No problem at all!

Strange!

An Yan brought a bowl of ginseng soup to Si Wenming's room and called him softly many times, but he did not respond.

She then picked up Si Wenming, fed him spoonful by spoonful, and wiped the corners of his lips.

Looking at him, the indifference in her eyes suddenly solidified and then disappeared, and a silver thread appeared on her hand without her noticing.

"Prepare to die - you!" Her face suddenly became cold and stern. The silk thread forced its way to his neck and she tightened it with all her strength.

However, the person on the couch did not struggle at all. When she was confused, a cold and calm voice rang in her ears, "Who do you belong to?"

"You! Sect Master——" An Yan shuddered with fear.

Si Wenming pushed aside the silver thread and sat in the armchair leisurely. "Tell me, who do you belong to?"

"Master... when did you become suspicious?" An Yan's mind was turning around the action that she thought was foolproof, and she looked puzzled.

Si Wenming looked at her and said slowly, "First, you had an appointment that night when you were trapped in the Five Ghosts and Eight Desolations Formation, but you suddenly changed your schedule before leaving. It just so happened that you came into the palace and saved us. Second, the wounds you received were only skin and flesh torn, but your bones were not broken, which shows that the executioner had great skills. And... you probably forgot that you hate taking care of others the most. When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong."

"Coma... is it to lure me out?" An Yan's eyes were full of confusion.

Si Wenming snorted, "I didn't mean to lure you in, you were just anxious."

"If you started to suspect it so early, why did you take action only today?" she asked unwillingly.

"Suspicion is not the same as fact. After all, I raised him myself... Any last words?"

"Scatter my ashes in front of Feng Muchen's grave!" A smile appeared on An Yan's lips, and she seemed to see an old friend in her eyes.

Si Wenming stared at her for a long time and squeezed out a word, "Okay!"

An Yan leaned over, bowed deeply, and was taken away by Qing Feng.

Si Fangfang and An Yan became enemies.

"Master, are you okay?" Si Fangfang hurriedly walked over and asked.

Si Wenming shook his head. "The medicine was tampered with, and you didn't notice it?"

"Every bowl of medicine has been checked before, and there is absolutely no problem. Just now..." Si Fangfang's voice was as soft as a mosquito, and she felt a little ashamed of herself.

In terms of pharmacology, she is indeed no match for her senior sister.

Si Wenming stared at the poison detecting needle in her hand in a trance. No matter how incompetent Fang Fang was, she was still the last disciple of Shi Xin. The poison that she could not detect could be detected by the poison detecting needle.

This poison detection needle was given to him by Yu Xiaoqiao before.

Si Wenming looked calm and said, "Go back. You still need to properly handle the matter of Bai Sangruo."

In fact, he woke up a few days ago.

However, I always feel that Feng Musheng's death is not simple, and the forces of various countries are ready to make a move. I want to see who is the instigator.

He was unconscious during the day and secretly searched for Yu Xiaoqiao in the dead of night, but he found no clues.

That day, although the man snatched Xiao Qiao away in a flash and with great speed, judging from the man's anxious eyes, he was certain that the man would not hurt her.

However, after not receiving any news for several days, he began to feel anxious and worried.

Even if An Yan could keep calm, he couldn't lie still.

He ate something and discussed the news brought back from Wanhua Valley with Li Lingyan.

After some analysis, the two searched overnight.

This time, there were finally clues.

The two men crossed the outer courtyard and walked forward along a secluded path. After a long time, they returned empty-handed.

The next day, early morning.

Si Wenming was awakened by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Master, I just received it." Si Fangfang presented the note and stood aside.

Si Wenming stared at the note in a daze - want to save someone, No. 68 Tianmu Street.

Si Fangfang was puzzled. "No. 68 Tianmu Street... and Lanju——opposite?"

Li Lingyan came in at some point and took the note. After a while, he said, "He Lanju? We checked everywhere yesterday but didn't find any traces. Is he really there?"

"Master, there might be a trap, you..." Si Fangfang looked worried. The master was in the northern border, and she was responsible for his safety.

Si Wenming couldn't help rubbing his fingertips, "Fang Fang, you step back first."

Li Lingyan knew that no matter whether it was true or false, he had to try his luck even if it was a dangerous place.

But, we have to make the deployment simple anyway, just in case...

After nightfall, Si Wenming arrived at No. 68 Tianmu Street on time.

Before he knocked on the door, a maid came to greet him.