Long Live the Empress

The news that Gu Ziwei was arranged to marry Wei Zilin as a concubine spread in the capital, causing many women of marriageable age to become interested.

The matchmakers were so busy that they had no time to rest, going all over the place to try to bring people together, and they actually managed to bring together several couples!

Chitose Prefecture

A man wearing a ghost mask was kneeling straight on the ground with a wooden box beside him. The back of his hands were covered with dense bumps, some of which had been scratched and yellow pus was oozing out.

The man had a very fishy smell on his body, and even when Wang lit two incense burners, it couldn't cover it up.

Yan Liyuan lowered his eyes and looked at the man, his expression not showing the slightest fluctuation.

"Your Highness, we are just assassins who take money from people to help them get rid of disasters. We have no intention of going against you! Please forgive us for our previous recklessness!" said the man.

"Yeah." Yan Liyuan pursed his lips and responded, and said no more.

The man was delighted and asked anxiously, "The antidote..."

"Just because I don't care doesn't mean I will give you the antidote!"

"..."

The man bravely looked up at Yan Liyuan, thinking that if he didn't give him the antidote, wouldn't that be a calculation?

"I promise that Ghost Tower will never accept any orders related to Nine Thousand Years Old in the future!"

Yan Liyuan did not respond, but instead looked at the memorials on the table, making circles and notes on them from time to time.

The man felt his body starting to itch. He wanted to scratch but didn't dare. He could only move his shoulders slightly and rub them back and forth to relieve the pain. However, when one place itched, other places also started to itch. This itch was different from pain. Pain was bearable, but this itch could not be relieved except scratching.

The man felt more and more itchy, and finally he couldn't help scratching his face, neck, back, chest... He felt his heart, liver, spleen, and stomach were all itchy. Soon, his fingers were covered with yellow pus...

"Nine Thousand Years Old, how can you give me the antidote? I can't stand it anymore...ah..."

As he spoke, the man lay on the ground, scratching his whole body. Yellow pus seeped out of his black tights and stuck to the white jade bricks on the ground...

Wang Yi felt so disgusted that he almost vomited, and quickly moved the incense burner towards Yan Liyuan.

After I get rid of this guy, I must clean the bricks and stones thoroughly...

"Ah... I... I am willing to offer the Ghost Tower to you. Please, Nine Thousand Year Old Man, give me the antidote!"

"Hmph, a mere haunted building, do you think this governor would care about it?" Yan Liyuan didn't even raise his head, dipped the brush in ink and continued to read the memorials.

"There are a total of 358 assassins, 6 poison makers, 20 trainers... and 20 finders in the ghost building... They are all top-notch experts, and the Nine Thousand Year Old Man will not be disappointed!" The male ninja was itching and took out a black token from his arms, "They only recognize the token and not the person. Whoever gets this token will be recognized as the ghost master!"

When Wang Yi saw the token, his eyes lit up. He turned to look at Yan Liyuan, but found that his master didn't even look at the token, and continued to look at his nose and his heart.

The man gritted his teeth and opened the wooden box. "Inside this is the business that Ghost House has taken over, as well as Ghost House's account books and land deeds... Please accept them, Ninth Thousand Year Old!"

This is the complete disclosure!

Yan Liyuan put down the brush in his hand and glanced at Wang Yi.

Wang Yi took the token with a handkerchief, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and threw it to the man.

The man quickly poured out a red pill and swallowed it.

"Aren't you afraid of being poisoned to death?" Wang Yi muttered softly.

The man took the pill, and after just a few breaths he felt the itchiness on his body stop. He said weakly, "It's better to die of poison than of itching!"

"..."

After seeing the man's sick expression, Wang Yi actually felt that what he said made a lot of sense.

"This medicine can only relieve the symptoms. Someone will send the antidote in three days." Yan Liyuan looked at the token on the table that was still stained with yellow pus and frowned in disgust.

"Yes! Thank you, Nine Thousand Year Old!"

The man took the medicine bottle and flew away.

Wang Yi squatted beside the wooden box and flipped through the account book. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, this ghost building has a good business. It has earned hundreds of thousands of taels this month alone..."

Wang Yi sighed as he looked at the account book: "Madam is so amazing. We took over this haunted building without spending a single soldier! Fortunately, Madam likes the governor. If she had fallen in love with someone else..."

Halfway through his words, Wang Yi suddenly felt a chill on his back, and quickly stopped talking, secretly glancing at Yan Liyuan...

Sure enough, Yan Liyuan was staring at him with a gloomy face...

"Uh... what I mean is, if another man marries my wife, we will have a powerful enemy!"

Yan Liyuan's depression grew stronger when he heard this. Whenever he thought of Jing'er wearing a bright red wedding dress, sitting by the couch with a smile on her face, looking at other men...

Suddenly I want to kill someone...

Wang Yi saw that his explanation made Yan Liyuan look even worse, so he quickly said, "What I mean is... Madam is really amazing! I don't know where Madam got this medicine from, but even the poison maker in the ghost building can't decipher it... Hehe..."

"How do you know how powerful she is if you don't try?" Yan Liyuan took out a porcelain bottle from the box at hand. It was the porcelain bottle containing the poison powder!

"...I suddenly remembered that there is something I haven't done..." Wang threw the account book to the ground and rushed out!

Yan Liyuan habitually stroked Yue Jinghao's purse, which she had not yet shown off, and went to the warehouse.

He will go to the princess's mansion to propose tomorrow, and he wants to pick out some good things as a betrothal gift!

Although the betrothal gifts were very generous, Yan Liyuan felt that it was not enough...

He wanted to give her the best...