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Xia Zhuo picked up the gold and silver jewelry on the ground. These things were real, not fake.

She put the jewelry away. Tomorrow was the weekend, so she could find a place to sell them and prepare for another task she had been assigned to do.

At dawn, a secret letter was quietly placed on Jiang Nianwei's desk. It was information that a clever eunuch had quietly delivered before the end of the night.

While eating breakfast in the palace, she read it carefully and immediately memorized it in her mind.

After the morning court session, Baili Jingyao couldn't wait to summon her over.

As she expected, he chose just an unknown concubine in the palace.

When Baili Jingyao was still a prince, she was just a maid beside him. He favored her after getting drunk. After he became emperor, he made her a noble lady.

There are many concubines in the harem, and one as inconspicuous as her may not even see the emperor once in several years. It is often because of this lack of attention that she is chosen.

The other concubines were all fading in beauty and were afraid that the secret technique to restore their former beauty might hide an unspeakable heavy price. Only she stood up.

She doesn't care about life or death at all. For her, if she can use this opportunity to gain liberation, it would be the best outcome.

"Your humble servant greets the noble lady Yan. Your Majesty, I want to perform a secret technique. This technique requires a quiet and undisturbed environment to be effective. Therefore, I dare to ask Your Majesty to allow everyone in the hall to temporarily withdraw so as not to disturb the spirit of the magic circle."

In the past, Baili Jingyao might have declined this request due to many concerns. After all, there are differences between men and women, and even those who practice cultivation cannot escape worldly views.

However, things are different now. Faced with this situation, he no longer has any grudges in his heart. The identity of a concubine who has lived in the deep palace for a long time and is not favored seems insignificant at this moment.

Concubine Yan was over forty years old. Although time had left a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes, she was still a pretty woman. In addition, she had been nurtured in the palace, so she looked younger than other women of the same age.

She staggered, like a fallen leaf swaying in the autumn wind, and slowly walked to Jiang Nianwei, with her head lowered, not even daring to raise her eyes.

Jiang Nianwei lit a stick of incense, and a wisp of green smoke rose from the incense burner and filled the air. "Lady Yan, please take a seat here and let this fragrance lead you into a peaceful state."

She gracefully lifted the purple clay teapot and, with smooth movements, filled a cup of warm tea for Concubine Yan. The tea was clear in color and fragrant, seeming to dispel the chill and fear in people's hearts.

"Drink this cup of tea first."

He gave her another pill, "This pill can calm your mind and spirit. I hope it can help you find peace of mind."

Concubine Yan sat at the table, smelling a faint fragrance lingering around her nose, and her originally uneasy mood relaxed.

"Lady Yan, every moment here today is related to the turning point of your destiny. If you are willing to entrust your trust to me, I will do my best to lead you to the place you want in your heart. But please remember that the wheel of destiny can only turn with your own strength."

Concubine Yan closed her eyes. What did she want?

Before entering the palace, she and her lover, who had been with her since childhood and had deep feelings for her, made a vow under a peach tree that when she regained her freedom, they would get married and live together forever.

Unfortunately, she was favored and had to stay in this dark palace.

She had been unwilling before and wanted to escape from here, but this palace was like a cage. As long as she didn't die, she couldn't leave.

At this moment, Concubine Yan's thoughts passed through the palace gates and returned to those carefree days when she was side by side with her lover.

Just as her thoughts drifted to the past, Jiang Nianwei had already started putting makeup on her face.

I dare not say how advanced her technique is, but after drinking the spiritual spring water, eating the elixir, and adding a few embellishments, she has undergone a great change in just a stick of incense.

In her hazy consciousness, she heard someone calling her, "Noble Lady Yan, you can open your eyes now."

Concubine Yan slowly opened her eyes as she was told, and what she saw in the mirror was no longer the same face she had before.

There was both the old gentleness and an indescribable agility and grace in her eyes and brows, as if they were dewdrops in the morning light, sparkling with the light of new life.

"This... is actually me?"

She felt like she had returned to her twenties again. It was incredible. She didn't know what kind of magic the Taoist priest had used on her face.

“Am I really getting younger?”

"Women dress to please themselves, and it is also for their own pleasure. You may not have cared about maintaining your appearance, but it is precisely because of this that I have the opportunity to use my humble skills to help you regain your lost youth."

When Lady Yan heard this, she was startled and immediately understood the deep meaning of the Taoist's words, "Master, what do you need me to do?"

"I need you..."

When he saw Concubine Yan again, Baili Jingyao was extremely surprised and could not suppress his excitement, which turned into an uncontrollable tremor on his lips: "It's really a miracle, your face is like time has gone back, youth has reappeared, it's unbelievable!"

Concubine Yan spoke with reverence: "Your Majesty, all this is thanks to Taoist Jiang's extraordinary practice."

If before, Baili Jingyao only believed him three points, now he believed him eight points.

"Master! I beg you to show your magical powers again and lend me a helping hand!"

He also longed to return to his heroic self in his twenties, and the look he gave Concubine Yan became more and more crazy.

"Your Majesty, I have tried my best today and used the secrets of Taoism. As for the elixir of rejuvenation, it requires the right time, right place and right people to make it. It is not something that can be done overnight. I hope Your Majesty will be patient and give me some more time so that I can prepare carefully and strive for perfection. During this period, Your Majesty may wish to observe quietly whether Concubine Yan's appearance can really be preserved for a long time as Your Majesty wishes."

Under Jiang Nianwei's persuasion, Baili Jingyao gradually calmed down.

Indeed, restoring a youthful appearance is important, but the most important thing is immortality.

"Master Jiang is absolutely right. I am suddenly enlightened. If you need anything, just tell me. I will do my best to order people to prepare it quickly to help you perform the magic of the immortal family!"

It was just like Tan Yangshuo needed him to build the Zhaiyue Tower and needed a woman of the lunar calendar and lunar time. To gain something, one must pay a price.

But Taoist Jiang in front of him shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, I don't want anything. If you want to prepare anything, please move my alchemy furnace to the palace and find a quiet place where no one will disturb you, so that I can practice alchemy."

"I'll prepare it for you right away!"

Jiang Nianwei looked at the Zhaiyue Tower not far away and said calmly, "This tower is full of resentment. If Your Majesty believes me, please let those women go."

Even though I hadn't told him anything, he actually knew everything that happened in Zhaiyue Tower.

Although he hadn't uttered a word, the Taoist priest seemed to know everything inside the Zhaiyue Tower like the back of his hand. This scene made Baili Jingyao's heart surge with fear.

Although he maintained the calmness and dignity that an emperor should have, he could not hide a hint of astonishment in his words: "Master, you are wrong. The Moon-Picking Tower was built with my sincere heart and was specially built to pray for the people. How can it be said that it was a woman's?"

Jiang Nianwei knew very well what he was thinking. His determination not to give up made him choose this self-deceiving path.

Sure enough, he found a quiet and secluded place for Jiang Nianwei, but secretly sent several guards to watch her every move.

Jiang Nianwei hoped to light a kind of incense in the palace. When the guards smelled the fragrance, they would lose consciousness for a short time. Then she could take advantage of this time to sneak into the heavily guarded palace.

She discovered that the inner treasury in the palace was of utmost importance and was managed as strictly as an iron wall.

To enter and exit, one must not only pass through layers of checkpoints, but also be personally guarded by elite guards, in addition to strict body searches and detailed signature records. Each procedure is designed to be foolproof, aiming to ensure the safety of the treasures and funds in the vault and keep secrets tightly locked.

She shook her head silently and returned to the side hall first.

At the same time, one of the secret guards who had just regained consciousness felt something strange.

"What happened just now? Why do I feel like I just slept?"

His gaze involuntarily turned to the Taoist priest who was sitting as quietly as a pine tree. He was still sitting peacefully on the simple cushion, with a calm aura around him. There was nothing unusual about him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

……

Meng Wanran felt like she was going crazy. Ever since she provoked Wen Daidai last time, the prince hadn't come to her palace for a month.

She had originally thought that for the sake of the child, the prince would at least come to see her, but that night the prince only sent someone to spread the word: "If you are sick, go to the imperial physician. What's the point of looking for me?"

From then on, the prince became a frequent visitor to Wendaidai's palace every night, and his diligence in handling state affairs seemed to have sunk into that gentle land along with his heart, and the affairs of state were temporarily put aside.

However, she had already seen through the true colors of these men. Since she could not get Bailihe's love, she would naturally not let Wen Daidai get her wish.

Now he had no choice but to go to the palace to meet the Queen and ask her to take charge and control Baili He, so that he would restrain himself.

News came from the Marquis' Mansion that although the old lady was not dead, she had been in a coma and had not woken up.

For Meng Wanran, this was no different from death, and the worry of the Marquis' Mansion had been resolved.

Over the past month, Leng Shiyun had not visited the palace because the old lady was seriously ill, so her place had become much quieter.

Beside him, a maid lowered her eyebrows and seemed to be hesitant to say something.

Seeing her hesitating, Meng Wanran asked, "Just say whatever you want to say. Why are you being so secretive?"

"Crown Princess, please save her!"

"She?" She was probably referring to the maid she had prepared for the prince. Meng Wanran sneered a few times: "You still have the mind to take care of others, why not take care of yourself."