After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

After getting Mu Xiu's personal promise, Wan Ning finally felt more confident. She was grateful for the generosity of this "fellow countryman" towards her. She stared into his unfathomable eyes with red eyes and a smile on her lips.

"Since Mu Xiu has agreed to help, I will take it seriously. A gentleman's word is as good as his bond," Wan Ning said.

"Of course. How about I write a document for you?" Mu Xiu asked back.

"Forget it, even if you give me a written agreement, it has no legal effect. Even if it does, I can't find a court here." Wan Ning smiled playfully and said, "This is a gentleman's agreement. But Mu Xiu, do you have a way to help me and the other concubines leave?"

"How about we just say that you all turned into butterflies and flew away?"

This unreliable suggestion was met with a roll of the eyes as expected. Wan Ning tapped the table to remind him, "Hey, Prince Mu Xiu, I beg you to be serious. I'm not kidding now. You can't bully the people of Chu because they haven't watched TV dramas. Come up with something more reliable. In fact, even if we send them away now, it will be a one-time thing and no one will pursue it in the short term. But they are all registered. If someone mentions the death of the emperor one day, their families will be implicated, and this is not a scene they want to see."

“It seems that you can’t leave the palace as long as you’re alive?” Mu Xiu asked back.

Wan Ning nodded and answered cautiously: "Now it seems that this is what it means."

"Since there's no way I can leave the palace alive, then..." He couldn't finish the rest of the sentence as Mu Xiu raised his eyes and looked at her.

"You mean faking death?" Wan Ning suddenly realized and opened her eyes wide.

"That's what you said, not me." Mu Xiu leaned firmly back in his chair, feeling fortunate that the rookie in front of him was making rapid progress.

"Okay, okay, okay. I said, as long as you help me. Just in case..."

Before he finished speaking, a voice called "Young Master, Young Master..." came from outside the door, getting closer and closer. The two looked towards the sound outside the door, and saw Yin Zhu just appeared at the door with a tray. Seeing his flustered look, he probably didn't expect Wan Ning to be here, and was worried whether his appearance would delay the master's business.

"Come in," Mu Xiu greeted without even raising his head.

After receiving the order from his master, he immediately returned to his original sunny appearance and smiled foolishly, crouching and running to the table in the middle of the room at almost flying speed. He was busy with his hands and greeted Wan Ning brightly: "Good luck to Princess Le Yan, I didn't expect you to be here now, am I disturbing you?"

Wan Ning turned around and looked at him. On the tray sat a pure white, transparent jade bowl, half filled with dark brown medicine, with hot steam rising from it.

"What is this?" Wan Ning turned her head to look at Mu Xiu beside her and asked worriedly, "But who is sick?"

"No one is sick. The palace physician is making a fuss and prescribing tonic medicine."

Although she had her doubts, she began to believe him when she saw that he looked fine. She deliberately joked and said in a teasing tone, "After all, he is a noble prince from Tumo, and the imperial physician comes to check his pulse every month and prescribes supplements for him. Even the eldest princess doesn't get such good treatment!"

Knowing that she was joking, Mu Xiu stood up, walked to the table, picked up the medicine and brought it to Wan Ning, saying, "Since the princess doesn't have any, take this bowl of tonic and drink it. Yin Zhu will also send it to Xiang Wanxuan when it's boiled later."

Being so close, the bitter taste of the medicine rushed into her nose, and the strong feeling made her dizzy. Wan Ning immediately took a step back, waving her hands repeatedly to refuse, "This is the palace's kindness to you, Prince Mu Xiu, how dare I take it for myself? I remembered that Xiang Wanxuan still has something to do, you guys are busy, see you later!" She stepped back as she spoke, and ran away without looking back.

Seeing Wan Ning completely gone, Mu Xiu immediately seemed to have lost all his energy. He supported his whole body with one hand on the table, and covered his heart with the other hand in pain. He hunched over and trembled slightly. His face turned pale and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. Yin Zhu immediately put down everything and carried Mu Xiu to the bedside and sat down.

Yin Zhu immediately poured a cup of hot water, squatted beside the bed and looked up to observe Mu Xiu's condition, but the situation seemed to be getting worse. Mu Xiu was in so much pain that he couldn't say a word. His hair, which was always neatly combed, was now messy. He stretched out one hand to hold the bedside, his nails almost digging into it.

"Young Master, drink some water." Seeing that Mu Xiu did not object, Yin Zhu stood up and patted his back, then handed the cup of water to his mouth and slowly fed it in. Seeing him swallow a few mouthfuls, he felt a little relieved, but suddenly Mu Xiu choked and started to cough violently. With every cough and every rise and fall of his body, it was as if needles were moving through the blood vessels of his body, and finally gathered in his heart and stabbed at the same time.

He had experienced this kind of pain many times. He could bear it at first, but now it was becoming more and more frequent and unbearable. He didn't tell anyone except Yin Zhu who was serving beside him.

"Little Lord"

"I'm fine... cough... but... but is there any news?" Mu Xiu asked in a weak voice.

Yin Zhu lowered her head to avoid his gaze and replied softly, "Young Master, yes... yes."

"Has it been delivered?"

"Yes... Young Master... You," Yin Zhu wanted to persuade him, but seeing how painful he looked and he was his master, persuading him seemed easy.

Mu Xiu raised his head with difficulty and stared at him with his eyes slanted like a ferocious eagle. There was not a trace of blood on his pale face, but the ferocity in his eyes seemed to want to tear him into pieces.

"Bring it!"

Yin Zhu immediately took out a purse from his pocket, took out a small red bottle from the bottom of the purse, and poured out a red pill from his palm. Then he stuffed it into Mu Xiu's mouth without thinking, and brought the cup in his hand to his mouth to help him swallow the pill.

Silence, time passes slowly in silence.

Mu Xiu kept bending over and sitting on the bed until the pain slowly disappeared as the medicine took effect. At this moment, Mu Xiu, with his head down, suddenly asked, "Are there any other things sent with this medicine?"

Yin Zhu, who was standing by, was relieved to see that the prince had regained some vitality. He took out another note from his purse, knelt on the ground, raised his hands above his head and handed it to Mu Xiu.

Mu Xiu took a quick look and was about to raise his right hand to take it, but he was frustrated to find that he had no strength, so he loosened his left hand that was covering his heart and took the note. It said the task that Tu Mo had given him, and he had to complete it no matter what it was, so gradually he no longer cared about what it was.

But this time, when the contents of the note appeared in front of him, he was stunned and speechless for a long time.

Yin Zhu noticed his abnormality, knelt on the ground, looked up and asked with concern: "Young Master, what is it?"

Before Mu Xiu could speak, the note fell from his fingertips and fell to the ground. Yin Zhu immediately knelt down and picked it up. He saw that it was clearly written on it: "Kill Meng Zhu and marry Le Yan".