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

Send an envoy? How could it be easy for him, a hostage living under someone else's roof, to ask the Chu State to send an envoy?

He closed his eyes and thought, this is a big game, any carelessness will expose his ambition.

Only three months...

He placed his hands on his chest, where there was a letter Feng Xili left for him before she left.

Unfolding the letter, his eyes fell on the last word: Xi.

His sister was really naughty! She returned the letter he had given her intact, only adding one word after the last word he signed, "Xun".

He looked at the word in fascination, with a soft and shimmering light in his eyes.

The next time we meet, she will be Xier.

Bitong County, Xiangyin Manor.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Xili had been here for more than a month. She tried to grow a yard of medicinal herbs, and read the few pages of medical classics given to her by Ye Xing every day, busying herself with learning about herbs and familiarizing herself with some simple medical principles and pulse diagnosis.

There is no time to think about anything else.

"Miss, you have been studying for two hours. Take a break." Fenfang brought tea and today's meal, looked at her with disapproval and rubbed her eyes.

"Okay! I get it. You let me rest every day. How can I be so fragile?" She smiled and pulled Fenfang to sit down. The master and servant had no awkwardness and ate and drank together.

"Fenfang, there's no outsider here, you can try it too!" She poured a cup of tea for Fenfang. Tianxu is worthy of being her elder sister's little cotton-padded jacket, and the tea she made is more fragrant each time.

Fenfang looked at the translucent yellow-green tea in front of her. The rich jasmine fragrance filled the room, and a trace of struggle flashed in her eyes.

This tea is too precious, and besides, she can't drink it.

"Miss, this is what the young master found specially for you. There is only a little bit each time, so you can enjoy it yourself." The last time she saw the young lady rewarding a cup of tea to the porter who was transporting soil to the yard, she felt distressed for a long time!

"You are not an outsider, just a cup of tea!" Feng Xili sighed. There are too many rules in Fenfang. Sigh~

Fenfang's heart trembled, and she walked out with her head lowered.

Ya'an City.

Xiao Ze made a big fuss and sealed off Zui Xiang Lou for two full hours, but he did not find the person he was looking for, and was reported to Emperor Qi Zhao by a group of civil servants.

Afterwards, he was given a light punishment and a severe warning and was confined to his house for a month.

Therefore, the hostage of Chu State was once again remembered by everyone. I wonder what that little boy looks like now?

In recent years, the Chu State has been paying tribute to the Shangli State with various rare birds and animals, precious fruits and medicinal herbs on time every year. Its attitude has always been very humble. I think it is afraid of being beaten.

When Mu Lanxun learned that Emperor Qi Zhao had summoned her to the palace for the first time, she knew that her low-key days were probably over.

In recent years, the State of Chu seemed to be peaceful and honest, but in fact, there were undercurrents in the country. Several princes had reached adulthood and were secretly competing with each other.

Although he was also a legitimate prince, strictly speaking he was exiled, so the adult princes didn't take him seriously at all.

Mu Lanxun formally paid a visit to Emperor Qi Zhao in the court as the ninth son of Emperor Chu.

This was the first time in more than five years that the ministers had officially caught a glimpse of the Ninth Prince. Several of them recognized him as the man who had taken away the bride at General Xiao's wedding a few months ago.

Everyone's expression was very subtle, and they imagined a big drama in their minds.

Who would have thought that Emperor Qi Zhao would summon Mu Lanxun to the palace to keep him company every now and then. Sometimes there were ministers present, and sometimes it was just the two of them in the study. No one could figure out what His Majesty was thinking, and no one dared to get too close to Mu Lanxun.

Emperor Qizhao is thirty-two years old this year. He has been on the throne for fourteen years. His reign is called Qizhao. He is the sixth emperor of the Shangli State in its two hundred and fifty-eight years.

At this time, he was sitting behind the desk in his study, annotating memorials one after another.

"Prince Mu Jiu, I heard that you were also present at the border riots last month?" He spoke lightly, without even raising his head, still looking at the memorials on the table, his thick eyebrows gradually raised.

Mu Lanxun was wearing a blue-gray robe and white cloth boots, dressed like a commoner.

"Your Majesty, I have been staying in the palace the entire time and have not left. I just sent an attendant, thinking that if the disturbance was caused by our Chu State, we would be able to tell it apart." His tone was calm, without a trace of panic.

"Oh? Is that true?" Qi Zhao dropped his pen, leaned back in his chair, and squinted at him.

Mu Lanxun was forced to look up, and their eyes met in the air.

Emperor Qi Zhao was in his prime, dressed in a clean and bright white brocade robe, which was loose inside and tight outside, outlining his healthy physique. His eyes were bright, his nose was like a hanging beam, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. It was obvious that he was hiding a knife behind his smile.

"I dare not deceive Your Majesty!" He replied calmly.

Qi Zhao smiled in his heart. This kid was very calm, not showing any fear or arrogance. He didn't expect it!

If he hadn't been taught privately in the past five years, then he must have been hiding his incompetence.

But no matter which one it was, it was not what he wanted to see.

He stood up and walked around him, praising him non-stop: "Mu Dongsha's bloodline is truly top-notch! In a few years, you'll be causing trouble for our daughters!"

"Your Majesty, thank you for your kind words." He lowered his head modestly, but the red tips of his ears made Emperor Qi Zhao happy. After all, wasn't he still just a half-grown boy?

"Ninth Prince, everyone has witnessed the sincerity of the Chu Kingdom. If one day the Chu Kingdom has other intentions..." Qi Zhao looked at him with a smile.

"Your Majesty, my Chu State has no second thoughts, please rest assured." He stepped forward and bowed slightly.

Look, he's shaking with fear!

"Well, I hope so. Go down!"

"You should come with us on the hunt next week! It's boring to stay stuck in the house every day." He waved his hand and sat back in his seat, not noticing a small portrait floating out from his sleeve.

The small statue was only half the size of a palm and was placed squarely not far in front of Mu Lanxun. It depicted a young woman who looked a little familiar.

As soon as Emperor Qi Zhao sat down, he saw him lift up his clothes, kneel down with a thud, and bow deeply to him.

He frowned, a little confused, "Get up."

"Junior will take his leave." Mu Lanxun walked out of the room, and the small portrait had already floated to the feet of Emperor Qi Zhao.

Zixiang Palace.

Who is that person? I seem to have seen him recently. When exactly did I see him?

After drinking the medicine, Mu Lanxun paced in the room. He felt like he was about to remember something, but he just couldn't quite place it.

"Master, I'm back." Yuanri's voice came from outside the door. This time, he waited for seven more days in order to reply to the letter, but fortunately he got a good reward.

"Thank you for your hard work." He absentmindedly accepted the belated reply.

My mother still has the same three things as always: don’t meddle in other people’s business, don’t show up in public, and don’t slack off on your studies.

I brought back a lot of information this time, a thick stack. It seems that those brothers are having a lot of fun!

He flipped through them one by one, taking notes carefully, and burned each one after he finished writing it down, leaving no trace behind.

Suddenly, his hand stopped flipping through the pages, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

He looked at the portrait in his hand in disbelief, and an idea came into his mind.