Poisonous Pet World: The War King's Heart-stealing Medical Concubine

Jun Feimo's slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound. His eyes were deep and calm. After a moment, he slowly said, "Tianyi, how is the situation of the loyal old marquis and his group?"

Tianyi bowed slightly and replied respectfully, "My lord, the loyal old marquis and his entourage have already set out on their return journey. Among the entourage, the Prince of Xiliang is also heading to the capital with his envoys. They have two purposes for this trip. One is to congratulate the Queen Mother on her birthday, and the other is to cease fire between the two countries and discuss matters such as ceding territory and paying compensation."

Hearing this news, Jun Feimo's eyes narrowed slightly, "Send more people to secretly protect the safety of Prince Xiliang and his entourage."

Tianyi responded and turned to leave.

After Tianyi left, Hua Qianyi couldn't help but ask, "Brother, Xiliang took the initiative to provoke the war, and now it has taken the initiative to surrender, and even proposed to cede land and pay compensation. Are you doing this because you are worried that the Prince of Xiliang will encounter an accident in our Dongyang, which will cause the two countries to fall into dispute again?"

Jun Feimo's eyes were deep. "According to the information obtained by the secret guards, Han Lu is the uncle of the Third Prince of Xiliang, and his ambition is obvious. If the Crown Prince of Xiliang is in trouble in Dongyang, the Third Prince will naturally benefit. The benefits are self-evident. The Xiliang court is divided into two factions, one advocating unity and the other advocating war. The King of Xiliang suddenly ordered a ceasefire and surrendered voluntarily. The King of Xiliang is critically ill and the princes are fighting fiercely. If the Third Prince seizes power, the border will be unstable again."

Hua Qianyi suddenly understood and nodded in agreement, "Brother, what you said is absolutely right! Now that the King of Xiliang is critically ill, the fight for the throne is getting more intense, and Xiliang has taken the initiative to seek peace. For us in Dongyang, this is indeed a rare opportunity to breathe, and the people can also be spared from the invasion of war."

"But," Jun Feimo suddenly changed the subject, his tone becoming a little colder, "Han Lu will never sit idly by and watch the Xiliang Crown Prince be safe and sound. Those assassins he sent must be eliminated as soon as possible."

"Brother, please rest assured. I will deploy it right away." Hua Qianyi accepted the order without hesitation, turned around and quickly walked out of the room.

Jun Feimo sat at the desk, gracefully unfolded a piece of white rice paper, then picked up the brush on the table and lightly dipped it in ink.

Each of his movements seemed so calm and unhurried, as if time had stopped at that moment.

His eyes were focused and deep, as if he saw another world through the tip of his pen.

As the tip of the pen lightly touched the paper, a clear outline was gradually drawn stroke by stroke.

In just a moment, a lifelike portrait appeared on the paper.

The woman in the painting has an upright posture, a pretty face, and a look of indomitable spirit and tenacity between her brows.

She held a silver needle in her hand, preparing to attack the enemy with agile and sharp movements.

The woman in the painting is Murong Zixi, who attacked the man in black with silver needles on Wanhua Mountain today.

Jun Feimo stared at the painting, his eyes showing unprecedented tenderness and concentration. He seemed to be completely immersed in the painting, forgetting everything around him.

When the ink dried, he gently stroked the scroll, feeling the marks left by the brush, as if he could touch the skin of the woman in the painting.

The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and in that smile he expressed his appreciation for the painting as well as some indescribable emotions.

"Xier, how many secrets do you have?" Jun Feimo murmured in a low voice.

His voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of imperceptible doting. His eyes never left the painting, as if he wanted to learn more about Murong Zixi through this painting.

If someone walked into the room at this moment and saw Jun Feimo's appearance, they would be so surprised that their mouths would be wide open.

They couldn't imagine that this powerful, majestic and stern prince could have such a tender side.

However, at this moment, Jun Feimo only placed his emotions on this painting.

At this time, Murong Zixi had a stern expression and an inviolable majesty. She led a group of servants from Ziwei Pavilion and stepped into the Snow Garden with steady steps.

Her arrival was like a gust of cold wind, sweeping past. The maids stopped what they were doing in shock, and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Murong Zixi's gaze was as sharp as a sword, piercing through the crowd and directly locking onto the room where Murong Baixue was.

She made no secret of her intentions, and each step she took was filled with determination. When the door opened gently, a strong pressure spread as she entered.

In the room, Murong Baixue was yelling at a maid. Her voice was sharp and piercing, completely lacking her usual gentleness and grace.

Murong Zixi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile, and said sarcastically: "Haha, is this the second sister who is considered, gentle and kind in the legend? Why does she look like a shrew now? Where is the appearance of a rich lady? It really makes people look at her in a new light!"

Murong Baixue's face suddenly changed when she heard this. She glared at Murong Zixi like a knife and asked coldly, "What are you doing here? Are you here to laugh at me?"

Murong Zixi didn't care. She waved her sleeves lightly, signaling Nanny Li and others behind her to take action.

Upon seeing this, Nanny Li rushed forward and, together with a few servants, forcibly dragged Murong Baixue's maids out of the room.

Then, with a bang, the door was slammed shut, completely cutting off any possible peeping.

Only the two sisters were left in the room, standing face to face. The air seemed to be frozen, so oppressive that it made people breathless.

Murong Zixi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and sneered, her voice full of sarcasm and provocation: "Second sister, how do you feel now? Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Murong Baixue was so angry that her face turned red, and she roared loudly: "Get out! Get out of here!"

Murong Zixi smiled and changed the subject, "Qin is now paralyzed in bed, second sister, you are so unfilial. She has always had high expectations of you and loves you very much. But now she is paralyzed in bed, how can you, her most beloved daughter, not serve her wholeheartedly?"

Murong Baixue stared at Murong Zixi with her beautiful eyes full of anger and hatred, and said with gritted teeth: "Stop pretending to be a good person here. Don't you just want to laugh at me? Murong Zixi, don't think I don't know what you are thinking. You think you are very proud now, right? Let me tell you, you won't be proud for long."