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According to the setting in the book, the only one who can save Liu Yi is Jiang Zihan’s master - the Valley of Divine Doctors.

So the person Jiang Wansang asked Pei Zhanzhou to help find was the master of the Divine Doctor Valley.

The Valley of Miracle Doctors is located deep in the mountains, surrounded by countless miasma and traps. If there is no one in the valley to lead the way, anyone who breaks in will die before they can even see the gate of the Valley of Miracle Doctors.

The master of the Valley of Divine Doctors is the most mysterious existence in the world. No one knows how old he is or whether he is a man or a woman. All they know is that he has superb medical skills and no one in the world can match him.

There were countless people in the martial arts world who wanted to find the Valley Master of the Divine Doctor. It was beyond Jiang Wansang's expectation that Pei Zhanzhou could find the news so quickly.

Knowing her surprise, Pei Zhanzhou explained, "According to what you said, starting with Jiang Zihan, we did find clues about the Master of the Divine Doctor Valley."

"It's just that this person's whereabouts are elusive. It will take time to find him. Whether he is willing to take action is also a question."

Obviously, he had thought of all the problems, but he never asked Jiang Wansang why she wanted to help Liu Yi find a doctor.

If Jiang Wansang said that she was not touched, then she was really deceiving herself. However, some things cannot be explained casually.

Jiang Wansang pursed her lips and finally said, "Thank you."

In communication between smart people, some things do not need to be explained so clearly in order to be understood. Pei Zhanzhou naturally understood what she was thanking him for.

The atmosphere between the two was silent for a while, and then Shen Qiuyun's voice rang out from the other side, "Are you guys done talking? This princess has been hungry for a while. If you don't come, we'll eat first!"

Jiang Wansang came back to his senses and replied, "Coming!" and walked over.

She had only taken two steps when she felt someone following her.

Jiang Wansang stopped and looked at him in confusion, "It's almost dark. Master Imperial Master, aren't you going home to have New Year's Eve dinner with your family?"

Pei Zhanzhou continued without stopping, "My family is all dead."

The six words were spoken in a calm, even calm manner, his expression remaining unchanged. If Jiang Wansang didn't know him well, she would have suspected he was joking.

Pei Zhanzhou brushed past her, and his body brought up a gust of cold wind that blew gently on her face.

Jiang Wansang came back to his senses, glanced at the figure in front of him, and walked up to him.

Because there were so many people, three tables were set up in the room.

Because of Shen Qiuyun and Pei Zhanzhou's identities, everyone was a little hesitant at first, but after three rounds of drinks, everyone gradually relaxed in the lively atmosphere.

For everyone present, this New Year was the happiest, most lively and most memorable one they had ever had.

Jiang Yi and his friends were originally just slaves in the slave market. No one knew whether the next master they would meet would be good or evil, what kind of life they would live, or even whether they would live to see the end of the year.

Feng Yi and his friends were just beggars who had no food to eat. If they had not met Jiang Wansang, they would have become a pile of dried bones in the City God Temple.

Zhe Liu was bought into the prime minister's mansion when she was young. Because the original owner was not favored, her life was naturally not easy. In her impression, the New Year's celebration was nothing more than accompanying the young lady to the main courtyard with a humble and cautious attitude, and being an invisible person. The only benefit was that she could take this opportunity to have a full meal.

As the legitimate princess of the Beisheng royal family, Shen Qiuyun would attend the lively and luxurious palace banquets every year. However, the clinking of glasses at the banquet was just another form of exchange of interests. Everyone said words of congratulations and blessings, but in their hearts they were thinking about how to step on each other to climb up.

Jiang Wansang had lived in the apocalypse for many years and had long forgotten what it was like to celebrate the Chinese New Year. A Chinese New Year like this, where she could eat hot and sweet meals, drink wine, and not worry about being attacked by zombies at any time, had become a scene in her dreams.

Peizhanzhou...

After he was five years old, he no longer had the opportunity to celebrate the New Year with his family. Only occasionally would he be called by the embroiderer from Xiaoji Cloth Shop in the west of the city, and the two of them would eat a silent and lonely New Year's Eve dinner together.

A New Year's Eve dinner like today's, which is lively and warm, relaxed and free, with everyone having a sincere smile on their face, is something they have imagined countless times in their minds but have never had the chance to experience.

For this reason, almost everyone drank a little too much, even young men like Feng Yi had a few drinks.

Shen Qiuyun was also drunk. Looking at the laughter in the room, she suddenly had the thought, "It would be great if it could always be like this."

As soon as this thought came to mind, Shen Qiuyun suppressed it fiercely, and she also withdrew her gaze from the lively atmosphere.

As the legitimate princess of the Beisheng royal family, it is not a good thing to have such thoughts.

Shen Qiuyun shook her slightly drunk head, picked up the wine jug and wine glass on the table, and walked out of the room while no one was paying attention.

The night is as dark as ink, but because today is New Year's Eve, the lights from thousands of homes make the night as bright as day.

The location of this villa is remote, and you can't hear much noise around it, but the closer you get to the center of the imperial city, the louder the noise becomes.

Shen Qiuyun held a wine jug in one hand and a wine glass in the other, leaning against the big rock where Jiang Yi and his friends usually practiced, enjoying the night view while leisurely drinking.

She must take advantage of this rare peaceful and leisurely day to enjoy it.

After drinking a glass of warm wine, Shen Qiuyun smacked her lips softly. Just as she was about to pour herself another glass, she suddenly felt a dull pain in her chest.

Her face changed instantly, and the wine glass in her hand fell to the ground. Her cheeks were pale even under the cover of the night.

"Boom!"

The wine jug fell to the ground with a dull thud, and the poured wine soaked the hem of her skirt. However, Shen Qiuyun didn't care about that at all. With trembling hands, she took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms and took a pill from the bottle.

Jiang Wansang, who noticed that someone was missing from the room and went out to look for him, happened to see this scene.

She paused and frowned unconsciously.

Is Shen Qiuyun's old illness recurring?

But why would an old illness recur so frequently?

Jiang Wansang waited for a while, and when he saw that Shen Qiuyun's complexion looked better, he walked over.

"Third Princess, are you okay?"

She didn't ask anything else, but her simple six words showed genuine concern.

After all, they had eaten New Year's Eve dinner together, and she was also an ally that Jiang Wansang planned to win over. Of course, Jiang Wansang didn't want anything to happen to her.

Shen Qiuyun looked up at the person who came and smiled softly when she saw it was her. "It's okay, I won't die."

As she spoke, she looked down at her soaked skirt and smacked her lips, "What a pity to waste such a good wine."

This wine was bought with a willow leaf. It wasn't bad, but compared to what Shen Qiuyun had drunk before, and compared to her exquisite brocade dress, it was definitely not good.

The reason why this wine can be called "good wine" is naturally because it is the wine served at today's New Year's Eve dinner.

Jiang Wansang followed her gaze, but didn't agree with her words. She asked, "Have you seen a doctor for your old illness? If you need any help, please feel free to ask."

Shen Qiuyun paused while swinging her skirt and looked up.

She stared at Jiang Wansang for a while, as if analyzing the sincerity in her words.

After a long while, she suddenly said, "This princess is not suffering from an old illness, she is poisoned."