Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

An hour later, we returned to Zixiang Palace. Except for Yuanri, everyone else was there.

Even Chun Geng was standing aside, which was rare. Mu Lanxun glanced around and his eyes fell on Kang Jue.

"Kang Jue, you and Lai Xiang will go to the princess in two days. When you get there, follow her instructions."

"Chun Geng, there will be some turmoil in the palace in the near future. You should pay more attention. If there is anything wrong, tell me as soon as possible." He handed Chun Geng an envelope and signaled him to go back as soon as possible.

"Shangsi, you are still in charge of Zixiang Palace. Clean up the dark room. I need it."

"Xia Feng, you stay with me for the time being. Yuanri and Xier are in Zechun and won't be back for the time being."

He gave a few instructions to each person, and after a while, Xia Feng was the only one left by his side, and Shangsi hid in the dark as usual.

"Master, the princess..."

Xia Feng was the one who had been with Feng Xili the longest among these people. She didn't expect that after an ordinary meeting with Miss Kang a few years ago, they would now be separated from each other.

She looked at Mu Lanxun carefully. Her master's eyes were calm, with a hint of alienation in his indifference.

The princess stayed in Zechun, while her master was trapped in Ya'an. She didn't understand why these two people were living such a hard life.

"Xier is looking for Feng Tianxu in the eleven cities in the northwest, one by one..." Mu Lanxun snorted lightly and smiled coldly.

"Go down and have a good rest tonight." He stood straight with his back to Xia Feng.

He tried hard to suppress the dull pain in his chest, but at this moment he could no longer bear it. He couldn't help but take deep breaths, and his chest heaved violently.

He closed his eyes tightly, his teeth grinding, his reason and emotions constantly tearing each other apart.

Feng Tianxu is Xier's relative! He is her family! He really saved Zechuncheng this time. He shouldn't be lying alone in that strange land.

"Uh..." His brows furrowed, his clenched fists betraying the sinister nature he had been hiding. If it weren't for the disaster in Zechun City, Xi'er would have been taken away by Feng Tianxu!

He was well prepared. The people who were tracking him lost him several times along the way. Whenever he thought of this, he became furious. Feng Tianxu deserves to die!

He deserves to die!

Mu Lanxun's eyes were bloodshot, and he felt as if something in his body was about to break free from its restraints, causing him to feel excruciating pain all over.

He touched a hard iron plate in a daze, and his mind suddenly became clear.

Feng Xili's smiling face suddenly appeared before his eyes as she devoutly stuffed an iron plate into his arms in the morning light.

The palm-sized iron plate is golden in color, with a dragon body in cloud patterns. One side is engraved with the word "free" and the other side is engraved with the word "death".

The cloud pattern on the top of the iron plate clearly engraved the words "The third year since the emperor left Jin".

Emperor Kaijin was the founding emperor of Shangli State. During his reign, he only made five golden medals of immunity from death, which were passed down from generation to generation along with the imperial seal.

It was not until the generation of Emperor Qi Zhao that the golden medals of immunity from death finally saw the light of day again. Not long ago, three of them were taken away from the frame by Feng Xi, and just a few days later, two of them were returned.

There is still one left, and it is now lying in Mu Lanxun's arms.

His reason gradually prevailed and the stiffness in his body gradually softened.

Looking at the blood marks on his palms caused by his fingernails, he suddenly laughed.

I almost forgot, since Xier is not here, can he do something "interesting"?

There are still two years left, and this year is definitely his best chance.

He will deal with the obstacles in front of them one by one, starting with the Prime Minister's Mansion, or rather, Ning Nianqiao.

Lanshang Garden was dead silent without Feng Xili, and Qingxi Garden was even more gloomy and terrifying without Feng Tianxu. The most terrifying thing was a thin figure sitting alone in the courtyard of Qingxi Garden.

She was dressed neatly, and her every move exuded nobility. If you ignore the gloomy look, this could definitely be called a painting with beautiful artistic conception.

On a dark winter night, Ning Nianqiao, dressed in plain clothes, sat at the stone table in the yard, stroking a small piece of cloth in her hand and humming softly.

"Good boy, go to sleep and eat cakes tomorrow morning..." The low voice was intermittent, with a sentence or two floating out from time to time.

A biting cold wind blew through the entire courtyard. Wen Hui, who was guarding the door, shivered all over. Her body and mind were both greatly shocked.

Madame, are you crazy?

However, the next moment, Ning Nianqiao seemed to suddenly wake up, "Wen Hui, go back."

In the moonlight, she looked natural, as if she had just met an old friend, with a look of ease and satisfaction between her eyebrows.

Wen Hui didn't dare to disobey, so she held her arm and walked out of the yard.

The whistling sound of the wind behind him made people shudder. On the other hand, Ning Nianqiao walked briskly, as if bathed in the spring breeze. He seemed out of place in this dark and quiet night.

"I have an appointment with a good friend to go out tomorrow. You are not allowed to tell the Prime Minister. Do you hear me?" A soft voice sounded in my ears.

Wen Hui's eyes were filled with tears. The lady had been in the side yard all day and had not even left the house. Where did she go to meet her good friend?

"Yes, ma'am," she replied softly, not wanting to expose her.

Zixiang Palace.

Mu Lanxun held the secret letter in his hand, his eyes dim and unclear.

The tip of his tongue slid across his back teeth, but he didn't expect that his mother had set her sights on him.

Looking at the powder in front of him that had been burned to ashes, he blew lightly, and instantly clouds of dust rose on the table.

Xia Feng waited on the side, watching his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.

"Take it and send it out." He sealed a letter, stood up and walked towards the dark room.

At the same time, Emperor Qi Zhao in the palace was also reading the secret letter, but his expression was more amused.

It turns out that Concubine An is still here!

He raised his eyelids and looked at Concubine Hui, Wei Yu, who was kneeling not far away.

Emperor Qi Zhao smiled softly, "My beloved, do you have anything to say?"

Concubine Hui's body was stiff. She hadn't seen the emperor for half a year, and now she finally saw him, only to find him in this state.

She didn't dare to speak rashly, and softly said, "What does Your Majesty want to hear?"

Emperor Qi Zhao glanced at her sideways, "I haven't been to your place for a long time. I heard that the nanmu library in your house is very exquisitely made..."

He leaned on the back of the chair, one hand resting on his chin, his eyes were deep, and his words were light and casual.

Concubine Hui was terrified. Others didn't know, but she knew it best. Under the study was an ice room she had built secretly, and inside lay the body of An Ningyin, the former concubine of Emperor Qi Zhao.

Except for himself and Xiao Ze, no one knows why His Majesty suddenly asked?

She didn't dare to think about it, so she could only deny it. "I have cooked peach blossom soup in the palace. Your Majesty, would you like to try it?"

As she spoke, she smiled what she thought was the sweetest and most charming smile, and looked at Emperor Qi Zhao with affection.

"Oh?" He was too lazy to talk nonsense and decided to see it for himself.

"Show off!"

When Concubine Hui saw that Emperor Qi Zhao had just walked out of the door, she became more and more uneasy. Why did His Majesty suddenly want to go to her palace?

I can't really miss her, right? No one will know about the Nanmu Book Pavilion. She killed everyone who built the ice room. No one else in the world will know!

Absolutely not!

At this moment, she had to do the opposite and must not show any weakness. If she could keep His Majesty tonight, it would not be in vain for her to take the risk of inviting him.

Emperor Qi Zhao walked into Baixiao Palace with a swagger. Fude led the way in front of him and walked all the way to the side hall. He was about to push the door open and go in.

Concubine Hui, who was following closely behind, had her cheeks twitching. She was not paying attention and accidentally fell into Emperor Qi Zhao's arms. She looked up with tears in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, the peach blossom soup is in the main hall. Why don't we go and try it first?"

She blinked her eyes seductively, no longer caring about the guards and palace maids around her.

The corners of Emperor Qi Zhao's mouth froze, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. "How dare you! Can you afford to pay for crushing my dragon robe?"