After rebirth, she became the favorite of the powerful minister.

A familiar voice came from the gate of the courtyard. The speech was slow and low, with a few intermittent characters. I couldn't hear clearly what it said.

Inside the room, one was lying and the other was standing, staring at each other in silence from a distance that was neither far nor near. Finally, Zhan Yanfeng spoke first, "What's wrong with you?" Although he spoke with concern, his expression was intriguing, more of a test than concern.

Zhuang Lichuan rolled his eyelids lazily and muttered in a bored manner, "Didn't Feng Qingtan say that he was just exhausted? He will probably be fine after resting for another two days, don't worry."

Zhan Yanfeng sneered, "You are old, I am not worried about you. But do you want to come down and see if your face is any different from that of a dead person? Besides, now is the quietest time in the mountain, the students haven't come back yet, and most of the business has been temporarily stopped because of the New Year. You said you were exhausted? Zhuang Lichuan, do you think I am stupid?"

Zhuang Lichuan suddenly laughed.

His face was pale, and his breath was weak when he laughed. He held the edge of the bed and coughed a few times before saying, "Yeah, who would believe it? But isn't that what Feng Qingtan said? Even if no one would believe it, he still said it... Facts have proved that no one has stood up to question it, right?"

Zhan Yanfeng stood there with his eyes downcast, not saying a word. His fingertips seemed to unconsciously stroke the cold white porcelain teacup. He glanced over slowly, "You don't know yet, someone from Shengjing is coming."

Zhuang Lichuan's heart tightened almost instantly, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He then said casually, "People from Shengjing? What luck have we had this year? There are batches of nobles from Shengjing coming here... Could it be that a young master from a noble family wants to come here to study?"

He looked calm, but his loss of composure in that moment had already revealed too much. Zhan Yanfeng poured a cup of herbal tea and handed it to him, "This is all you have in your room. Just drink it since you just woke up."

"Thank you."

Zhuang Lichuan took the tea but didn't drink it. The lying position was somewhat inconvenient, but the other party didn't even have the intention of helping him up. He handed him the teacup and then withdrew his hand and leaned aside, without saying a word, with no sign of emotion - he no longer acted the brotherly and respectful manner that he usually did.

Zhan Yanfeng glanced at Zhuang Lichuan and said calmly, "I don't know whether the young master of the noble family wants to come, but the commander of the Jinyiwei is here, so I think he is not here to learn. And... you should have fallen into the hands of that little medicine boy this time, right? I forgot to tell you that the medicine boy is not Nanyin's maid. Her name is Wen Qian, the daughter of the Minister of Revenue and the wife of the commander of the Jinyiwei... So, are you still going to talk about other things with me, second brother?"

"What?!" Zhuang Lichuan was stunned. "Who is she?"

"Wen Qian, a girl from a noble family in Shengjing City, came to Zhixuan Mountain in disguise, entered the medicine garden, and coaxed the elders... Now she is even hurting you. Second brother, you have fought with her, do you know what they are planning?"

Zhan Yanfeng's words entered his ears, but he just listened but didn't understand. Wen Qian... originally, these two words should be particularly unfamiliar, but at that time, Jin Su mentioned them in the letter sent back. He asked himself if he knew whether Yuan Ge had ever come down from the mountain in his early years and accepted any disciples... He was almost amused subconsciously. How could Yuan Ge accept a disciple? That person was a genius, but lazy by nature. Not to mention accepting a disciple, he really had never come down from the mountain, let alone accepting a disciple in Shengjing City, which was thousands of miles away... That person was a genius. If she really wanted to accept a disciple, I'm afraid she would have already had many disciples all over the world.

Zhuang Lichuan forgot about the letter after reading it and never replied to it till now. The word "Wen Qian" was also thrown to the back of his mind and never thought of it again. Unexpectedly, it would be brought up again now.

If a coincidence seems too coincidental, it will inevitably make people feel wary.

This Wen Qian...either came here for the secret room, or came here for Yuan Ge's death!

"Second brother?"

Zhuang Lichuan was in a daze for too long, so Zhan Yanfeng couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with Second Brother? Did you know Wen Qian before?"

"She's from an aristocratic family, and she lives far away in Shengjing City. How could I possibly know her?" Zhuang Lichuan smiled to himself, put aside the cup of herbal tea he had been holding for a long time, and raised his chin towards the closed window. "It's just that with the windows and doors closed, it's hard not to feel a little stuffy."

Zhan Yanfeng saw that he was obviously still trying to avoid the issue, and his face turned cold for a moment, but he didn't get angry in the end. He just turned around and opened the window. He opened the window too hard, and the window hit the outer wall and bounced back. It shook a few times under the force of the rebound before it calmed down. Because the two elders were talking in the house, the servants who were hiding under the wall far away looked at each other and shrank their necks. Zhan Yanfeng watched this scene and didn't say anything, but his face, which was as cold as if he had just been fished out of an ice cellar, eased a little. He turned to look at Zhuang Lichuan and asked in a sarcastic tone, "Second brother, do you feel better?"

Zhuang Lichuan saw all of this, but did not respond. He just said, "I met her in the secret room. I was not as skilled as her, so I was poisoned."

Very concise and to the point.

Zhan Yanfeng froze for a moment, "You... do you know how to get into the secret room?"

Zhuang Lichuan looked at the other party and nodded very calmly. Zhan Yanfeng immediately reacted, "Yes, if Jin Su knows, then you naturally know it too."

Zhuang Lichuan just lay on his side and looked at the other person's expression, "You don't know?"

Zhan Yanfeng rolled his eyes, pulled a stool over and sat down, then said, "How should I know? Originally, only Yuan Ge and Jin Su knew how to get into the secret room. I was curious, but when Yuan Ge was still alive, I was too embarrassed to ask, as it would seem like I was coveting the things of a younger generation. After Yuan Ge died, by the time I remembered this, Jin Su had already gone down the mountain... So, what treasures are in the secret room?"

"What treasures? Ha, they are just gold and silver... The little girl has never been down the mountain, she has no knowledge, and she thinks everything is a treasure. In fact, most of them are worthless." Zhuang Lichuan said evasively while secretly observing the other party's reaction and calculating the degree of truth in the other party's words. "If there are things that can be considered treasures, they are probably those secret recipes... But we can't understand those things. Even if we can understand them, we don't know where to get those strange medicinal materials and medicines... They are just waste paper."

A piece of waste paper?

Oh, if that was true, why would he rush over overnight and jump into the trap set for him when he heard someone was hanging around the door of the secret room all day? This second brother, nine out of ten sentences are false, and the other one is completely off topic and incomprehensible.

There is no need to talk any further.

Zhan Yanfeng stood up, smoothed the corner of his clothes, glanced at Zhuang Lichuan, and said softly, "Well, you take a good rest, I'll go back first." After that, without waiting for the other party to nod, he turned away.