After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember, we can check it ourselves." Yuan Qing patted her shoulder to comfort her, "But you have to go there in person tonight. Shang Zhe's poisoning must be related to Shang Rou.

Since you can recognize it, it shouldn't be difficult to find it.

If you find it, just take a little, but don't reveal any flaws."

"I understand." Mu Xiaoxiao nodded seriously.

She looked at Gong Chan again, "Second sister, her martial arts skills are not very good. I want you to go with her. Remember to put your life first."

Gong Chan agreed promptly.

After the two of them had made the arrangements, An San was left looking at her eagerly.

I'm about to get moldy staying in Beijing these days. My master can't favor girls over boys and leave me alone.

Yuan Qing rubbed his forehead and looked at him helplessly, "It seems that you are really free. You went out without permission during the day, disobeying orders, just to be scolded by Shang Zhe?"

An San lowered his head in embarrassment, "It's because I'm worried about the master."

Of course Yuan Qing knew what he meant.

She had originally planned to do today's task herself, but since there was a ready-made laborer, she might as well make use of it.

"You go with them and just bring Shang Zhe out. I'll wait for you at the old place." Yuan Qing assigned his task to him.

An San's eyes lit up, he agreed happily, and went downstairs to prepare for the action that night.

As it was getting dark, the other three had already set out to explore Shang Zhe's residence at night. Yuan Qing stayed in the inn and wrote three letters.

She put the letter close to her chest, put on her cloak and walked towards the agreed place.

Seeing her coming, the An San hiding in the corner threw the person to the ground and said, "Master, I brought the person to you. I pressed his acupuncture points and he won't wake up for a while."

Yuan Qing nodded, holding the Night Pearl in his hand, and when he approached, he turned Shangzhe's head to check, "Didn't you encounter any masters or guards?"

"There is only one expert, in the woman's yard." An San rubbed his fingers and counted carefully, "There is no one outside this guy's yard, only two slightly older ordinary guards."

It turns out that Shang Rou has a more powerful backer, while Shang Zhe is just a minor figure.

"Help me lift his wrist." Yuan Qing ordered.

She took out a small bottle from her sleeve, held the knife in her left hand, and gently cut Shang Zhe's wrist, and blood beads came out.

Any poison, once taken into the human body, will dissolve into the blood.

The cut was minor and the blood clotted soon, so Yuan Qing had to choose another spot to draw blood.

"Master, are you going to cut off my flesh?" An San asked with a hint of excitement. "This matter should be left to your subordinates. Master, your precious body is worth a lot of money, how can you let it get involved in such filth?"

"Can't you see what I'm doing?" Yuan Qing avoided his claws and tilted his head to take a look, "Does your mouth feel itchy if I don't say anything?"

An San fell silent in disappointment and raised his hands high.

After making about ten cuts, he was able to fill half the bottle. Yuan Qing picked up the bottle, shook it regretfully, put the cork in it and threw it back into the bracelet.

She pulled out another medicine bottle and threw it over, "Apply this to him, don't leave any wounds."

"Such a good medicine must be worth a lot of money." An San picked up some ointment with his fingertips and smeared it roughly on Shang Zhe's wrist, rubbing half of his arm red. "It's a pity to use it on him."

"I'll give you that bottle of medicine," Yuan Qing squatted in front of the two of them, his black eyes smiling, "You may need it one day."

An San was so embarrassed by what she said.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw her unbuttoning her cloak, revealing her original daughter's attire, half-holding the sleeping Shang Zhe in her arms.

This operation made him terrified.

"Oh my Lord..." He hurriedly stood up and walked to the outside of the alley to check. Seeing that no one was watching him, he turned back into the alley. "Aren't you afraid of being discovered by others?"

In fact, what he wanted to say was: Aren’t you afraid that the boss will find out?

In the past, the boss was angry and unwilling to show his hostility to his master, so he never showed mercy to these people.

Thinking of his boss who was nowhere to be found, An San shuddered and stared into the two men's eyes without daring to relax.

The atmosphere became inexplicably weird. Yuan Qing turned his head, and An San quickly turned his head away, pretending that he saw nothing, and looked at the old tree stump.

What is this person doing?

Yuan Qing looked at him, "Why are you still standing there? Help him unblock the acupuncture points."

After the acupuncture points were unblocked, Shang Zhe woke up from his coma.

He vaguely saw a veiled woman, but most of her face was hidden in the shadow of the trees and could not be seen clearly.

"Brother." The woman called him softly.

His chaotic mind gradually became clearer. Shang Zhe rubbed his eyes and looked, and it was indeed Rou'er.

Before he woke up, Yuan Qing asked An San to press several acupoints on his body.

At this time, Shang Zhe felt aches all over his body, as if he had suffered a serious illness, and he was completely unable to get up.

"What do you think, brother?" the woman asked him worriedly.

Shang Zhe trusts Shang Rou very much. Since he is sure it is her, he will not be on guard against the person in front of him.

He leaned weakly and could only move his fingers with difficulty, "It doesn't matter, where are we?"

"Brother, have you forgotten?" Yuan Qing imitated Shang Rou's tone, "Your old illness relapsed in the teahouse. I was afraid that they would notice, so I took brother home first. We are on our way home now."

Shang Zhe's eyes dimmed, "Is it that disease again?"

He struggled a few times, but his arms lost strength and he fell back. "Why do I feel so weak?"

Yuan Qing's heart trembled, it seemed that Shang Zhe knew it.

She lowered her head, choking with sobs, "Maybe it's because it took too long today, I'm sorry..."

He hated to see his spoiled sister cry, so Shang Zhe wiped away the tears on her face and comforted her, "What are you saying sorry for? I got the disease because of my carelessness. What does it have to do with you?

I have caused trouble for you, and you have to suffer with me..."

At this point, Shang Zhe mustered up some strength, turned over, grabbed her shoulders, and asked solemnly, "Have you had another attack?"

Yuan Qing concealed the shock in his eyes and remained silent.

This matter is becoming more and more complicated.

I originally thought that only Shang Zhe was abnormal, but now it seems that Shang Rou also has a secret that cannot be told.

She held Shang Zhe in her arms, and her soft voice rang in his ears: "Take a nap, brother. You are very tired now and want to sleep. Forget everything about tonight. Go to sleep, go to sleep..."

The voice became increasingly ethereal, like ripples spreading out layer by layer. Shang Zhe floated in the moonlight, his consciousness slowly sinking.

He seemed to be under a spell; his eyelids drooped uncontrollably and he began to snore softly.

An San looked at it in amazement.

The master has this trick up his sleeve.

"Master, aren't you afraid that he will remember what happened tonight?" An San said in a low voice.

Yuan Qing took out a wet towel and wiped his hands. "I gave him medicine to blur his memory and hypnotized him. Even if he remembers, he will just think it was a dream."

Only Shang Rou knows about this disease.

Even if Shang Zhe asked, Shang Rou had something to hide and naturally wouldn't tell him the truth. The truth and the lies would not arouse his suspicion.

As for the young masters who sent him back, Shang Zhe had no time to cover up, let alone verify it in person.

In the end, we had no choice but to let it go.

"Send him back." Yuan Qing took off his outer clothes and handed him the letter. "You should leave for Jiangzhou tonight. There is still a month before the auction, which is enough time for you to prepare."

When he reached the alley, he felt that he had not explained clearly, so he turned back, but saw An San carrying Shang Zhe into the darkness.

She smiled to herself, put on her cloak, and walked away along the path.