My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

As soon as Prime Minister Mei returned home, he felt cold all over. The more he thought about it, the more strange it seemed to him.

Then, without caring about any taboos, he went out under the cover of night.

The banks of Xiangxi River have long since regained their former prosperity. Late at night, most of the cruise ships parked on the river have fallen asleep, with only one window revealing a few dim lights from inside the house.

"Is the death of Prince Changguo related to the prince?" Prime Minister Mei asked as he entered the room.

Cui Hongjing, who had been waiting in the room in advance, was silent for a moment, then nodded, "His infiltration into Dazhen has nothing to do with me. I just found someone to kill him after I got the news."

Prime Minister Mei sucked in a breath of cold air, "How foolish! Once this war starts, Dazhen has a chance of winning, you know it. For your own grudge, you disregard the life and death of the country and put thousands of people in the flames of war. How can Your Majesty be worthy of the late emperor's painstaking efforts? Forgive me, I dare not agree with this!"

He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and was about to leave in a huff.

Cui Hongjing grabbed him and said, "Don't worry, Prime Minister. This war won't start."

Prime Minister Mei slowly turned around and looked at him. He felt that the Prince Jing in front of him was extremely unfamiliar. "You, what else did you do?"

He swallowed and said with some anguish: "What is your Majesty going to do? Can you please let me know in advance?"

"Prime Minister, rest assured. I have sworn in front of my grandfather's portrait that I will never do anything that goes against my conscience and morality, let alone follow the example of deposing the crown prince. Besides, the health of the Emperor of Changguo is getting worse every year, and I am afraid he will not live long. The crown prince of Changguo will soon take the throne. This man is extremely warlike and aggressive, even more tyrannical than the King of Chu. After he takes the throne, he will definitely declare war on our Great True Immortal very soon, and the people will be in even greater dire straits. So his death is not unjust."

"Even so, if you want to control the military power and gain the emperor's support, there are many ways you can do it. Why do you have to take this most dangerous path? Why do you choose Changguo..."

"It has to be Changguo! ... Because Changguo is the strongest, and it is also the country that father fears the most, and it is also the place that Prince Xiao cannot go to!" Cui Hongjing's voice became louder and louder, and he was a little excited. "No matter which country we go to war with, father can always rely on Prince Xiao. Except for Changguo! I want father to understand that as long as the threat of Changguo is still there, Dazhen cannot do without me! Even if he is afraid of me, as long as I am still useful to him, the goal will be achieved. When I have the confidence, I will have the opportunity to uncover the bloody truth. I want to ask him in person what his heart is made of!"

Prime Minister Mei looked at the unfamiliar Cui Hongjing and asked, "Is your obsession that deep? Are you willing to start a war between the two countries?"

"It's not that I'm obsessed, it's that my father won't let me go!" Cui Hongjing showed a cold expression mixed with pain on his face, "If I do nothing, I'll only die! Ever since I knew that my grandfather might have left me that will, my father has wanted to kill me again. Prime Minister, do you know how many times I've been assassinated in just over a month since the death of the deposed crown prince? Five times!... Do I have to let him slaughter me like my mother did, to be worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth? Then as a son, if I can't ask for a fair explanation for my mother's death, how can I be worthy of my mother and the entire Dong family, and how can I dare to talk about the word 'filial piety'?"

Because of his excitement, his cheeks were a little red. He tried to calm down for a long time before slowing down his tone and continuing, "My mother is the closest relative in my life. If this blood feud can be forgotten completely, I guess the prime minister would rather go against the will of the royal grandfather than help such a cold-hearted person like me."

These words made Prime Minister Mei struggle internally, and scenes from the past flashed before his eyes quickly.

He knew and understood what Cui Hongjing said, but he couldn't bear to watch the people of Dazhen suffer in the war.

"I don't care what Your Highness does. Anyway, if Your Highness does anything that goes against the late emperor's wishes, please forgive me for not being with Your Highness anymore... Oh, Your Highness, don't worry. If that day comes, I will never hurt Your Highness. This is the last thing I can do for the late emperor."

"Don't worry, Prime Minister. I've said that this war won't start." Cui Hongjing looked confident.

"Is the prince with the Changguo..."

"Prime Minister, please don't ask any more questions. Knowing too much is not good. The reason why I kept it a secret from you is that I don't want the entire Mei family to be involved and make my father suspicious."

Prime Minister Mei sighed, "Your Highness has grown up and should know what he is doing. I am also old, and I only hope that once this wish is fulfilled, I can resign and return to the countryside, and I won't care about so many things anymore."

"Prime Minister!" Cui Hongjing's heart was filled with warmth, and he suddenly knelt heavily in front of Prime Minister Mei. "If it weren't for the Prime Minister's secret help over the years, I'm afraid I wouldn't be alive until now. I don't have the face to ask the Prime Minister for anything anymore. But Xue'er, no matter what happens next, please protect her. When everything is settled, she won't have to worry about following me anymore, and I will definitely welcome her back to Prince Jing's Mansion in a grand manner."

Prime Minister Mei looked at Prince Jing who was kneeling on the ground. After receiving this salute, he felt an indescribable emotion in his heart, including pity, worry, and a hint of love similar to a father's for his son.

"Xue'er is my daughter. Even if the prince doesn't say it, I will definitely protect her. But whether she still has feelings for you is not something I can decide. Everything depends on fate!"

"I understand." Cui Hongjing nodded. "Aunt Wan met Xue'er in the palace before. I don't know what she said to her. Please ask Xue'er on my behalf. No matter what she heard, let her pretend that she knows nothing. I don't want her to be involved in those past events."

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***

Mei Xueer's trip to Yunzhou was delayed again because Shen was ill.

Although she only caught a cold, she was still worried, "Let's wait until mother gets better, then we can leave."

For several consecutive days, in addition to diagnosing and prescribing medicine for her mother, Mei Xueer stayed in her room, reading various books and materials, and doing various experiments.

She really couldn't understand how a person could age so quickly in just a few days.

Although she didn't know why Liu Piaopiao suddenly aged, she was sure that it was not a disease, but caused by medication. However, she had never heard of any medicine that could make people age so quickly.

Whether in the future or in this other world, medical skills are the skills she is most proud of. But now she can't figure out why Liu Piaopiao has become like this.

Before that, he couldn't cure Du Zheng's poison or the strange poison in the eighth prince.

All this made her feel deeply frustrated, and like Wen Jia, she began to doubt herself over and over again.

Am I, Mei Xueer, still a qualified doctor?

She spent her precious hair points searching online, and pulled out a lot of hair, but found nothing.

Nan Xing walked in, and seeing the young lady's distraught look, he felt so distressed, "Miss, Wen Jia is here and said he found some more medical books for you. Do you want to take another look?"

Mei Xueer fell on the bed and shook her head gently, "Forget it, I won't watch it. It's useless."

She was very tired and wanted to have a good sleep, but she just couldn't sleep well and felt even more tired when she woke up.

"Heh, Miss, how did you teach me before? You always said that 30% is determined by fate, and 70% depends on hard work. No matter when, never give up." Nanxing started preaching word by word, "You also said that failure is the mother of success. You also said that there was a man who liked to play the flute. In order to invent a light bulb, he did countless experiments before he succeeded. Although I don't understand what this light bulb is, and I don't know why he likes to play the flute, but I'm not stupid, I understand this principle. It's only been two days, Miss, are you going to give up?"

Mei Xueer slowly opened her eyes and looked at Nanxing as if she was an idiot. "Nanxing, that's not what I said when I gave you the example. What do you mean by loving to play the flute? I never said that."

"Don't worry about whether he likes to play the flute or not. Anyway, our focus is not on this, but on this truth." Nan Xing stepped forward and gently rubbed her temples. "I know that the young lady is not very fond of Liu Piaopiao, but she is depressed because she can't find the reason why she is getting old. The young lady's medical skills are so great that she can cure all kinds of diseases, but she is stuck here. The young lady is sad about this, right?"

Mei Xueer suddenly felt like crying.

This girl usually looks a little silly, but today she has become smart and is quite good at comforting people.

"So, the young lady can't get over the hurdle in her heart." Nan Xing continued, "Just like Wen Jia, she always doubts whether she is a qualified secret guard and falls into an endless cycle of self-doubt..."

"Stop! What did you say?" Mei Xue'er's eyes suddenly widened like copper bells, "He is in pain? He doubts that he is not a qualified secret guard? And he is in great pain?"

"Really?" Nan Xing lowered her voice with some gossip, "In fact, I think he is quite capable. He just suffered too many setbacks and always felt that he was not good enough."

"He is capable. Who is so vicious to keep attacking him? If I find out, I will make him become old and frail like Liu Piaopiao, so that Wen Jia can vent his anger. No, I have to clear his name first!" Mei Xueer became more and more angry as she spoke. She felt that she did not care enough about the lives of her employees and did not have a comprehensive enough grasp of their ideological trends.

Wen Jia was in a psychological crisis, but she didn't even know about it. If psychological intervention wasn't carried out in time, what if he developed depression or mental disorder?

She also has to calculate his work injury compensation and support him for the rest of his life.

How much money would be wasted to support a useless person?