The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

late at night.

Li Jiu was absent-minded after serving the medicine.

"What's wrong?" Pei Jinzhi frowned.

"Nothing, Grandma said there's no malt sugar tonight and she hasn't had time to make it yet."

Pei Jinzhi chuckled: "Is that why she refused to deliver the medicine in person?"

Li Jiu touched his head awkwardly, feeling a little uncomfortable: "Everyone is calling her Grandma today, she is not happy."

Pei Jinzhi's lips curled slightly, unmoved:

"If you listen to it more often, you will get used to it."

After Li Jiu saw him rinse his mouth, he took out a small roll of paper from his sleeve and presented it respectfully: "A secret letter from the capital."

Pei Jinzhi took it and unfolded it:

"The Queen Mother took action, You'an, and Qi was imprisoned."

A huge stone in his heart fell, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Father is safe, and Prince Duan's son Xiao Bingqi has been imprisoned."

Li Jiu was both surprised and delighted: "Great, the master is safe. Prince Duan is imprisoned, so will Prince Duan rebel?"

"The imperial decree has been issued, summoning Prince Duan to the capital immediately. It all depends on whether he dares to come."

Pei Jinzhi tapped his fan repeatedly. The assassin who had assassinated people in the street in Fengshui Town was from the Imperial City Division, not Prince Duan.

"The capital holds Xiao Pingqi's life in its grasp. Using the snow orchid silk on the assassin's feet, I'm able to direct my spearhead towards Prince Duan. Then, through my words, I'll bring Prince Duan down on charges of treason, making a powerful threat to other princes who harbor ambitions for the throne. The emperor has a good hand."

This is the true mind of an emperor.

The real goal is to capture Prince Duan and bring the rich Shu land back into the hands of the government.

If Sang Wan hadn't accidentally discovered it, Pei Jinzhi would not have thought that this was a scheme to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

"Master, after all, this is a royal dispute. Since the emperor is acting this way, he must not care about the imperial edict at all. Why don't we go directly to the capital to see the emperor? The imperial edict is a figment of our imagination, how can we find it?"

Li Jiu thought it was simple. Since the government had achieved its goal, Pei Jinzhi would naturally be fine.

Pei Jinzhi lowered his eyes and stared at the table quietly.

The water dripping from the teacup is slowly seeping along the grain of the wooden table, like a stream following the waves.

The candlelight shone on his body, casting a large black shadow; the staggered light and shadow made his facial features look cold and lonely.

"He was convinced in his heart that it existed, and even if it didn't exist, it would exist."

Pei Jinzhi gently raised his eyes and looked at the pomegranate tree outside the carved window. The flowers had already quietly produced fruits, which hung on the paper strips, like small lanterns.

Just from this corner of the window, you can see such a beautiful scenery.

He began to feel a little nostalgic and greedy for this world.

"What the emperor wants is not the imperial edict, but my life."

Li Jiu couldn't understand: "Master, you only have the title of Crown Prince, and you don't even have a real job. Why are the officials forcing you so hard?"

"Only if I die will this murder be complete."

His death further confirmed the fact that Prince Duan was plotting treason.

"If they can't find the imperial edict, they can't accomplish anything."

"There will be an imperial edict. The government has always been very careful about keeping everything watertight."

By then, the assassin's Xuelan silk, Pei Jinzhi's life, and the forged imperial edict will be put on Prince Duan's head layer by layer, and become evidence of his attempt to commit treason by using the imperial edict.

"But if the imperial edict is announced to the world, wouldn't it confirm the rumors that the emperor is usurping the throne?" Li Jiu's brain was stuck.

"Fool." Pei Jinzhi glanced at him, "The imperial edict naturally passed the throne to him."

"Oh! I see. Prince Duan is the meat on the chopping block, and you are the knife. Asking you to come here to find the imperial edict is just a pretext."

Li Jiu knows how to summarize.

Pei Jinzhi looked at him and smiled faintly: "You have made progress."

"This looks like a dead end, sir."

After figuring it out, he became depressed.

Pei Jinzhi's death is the most critical link in this situation. If he doesn't die, this strategy of killing someone with a borrowed knife cannot be completed.

"Why rush it? Plan it slowly and break it slowly."

Pei Jinzhi coughed lightly, stood up and walked west across the courtyard.

Li Jiu stretched out his hand and then put it down.

*

"Sleep?"

Pei Jinzhi stood at the door and frowned.

Yun Que bowed and said, "Grandma said she was a little tired, so she went to bed early. I'll go wake her up right away."

Pei Jinzhi retracted his foot: "Let her sleep."

Sang Wan hid in the quilt and dared not move.

Only after Yunque said that Pei Jinzhi had gone far away did she breathe a sigh of relief and let Yunque lie on the bed.

"Just lie down, I'll be right back."

Yunque was very nervous: "Grandma, is the prince coming again?"

Sang Wan waved her hand and smiled: "How could it be? Others don't know, but you don't. He and I are not really husband and wife."

She changed into black clothes and slipped out.

Li Jiu was already waiting at the corner.

The two men jumped over the wall one after the other.

"Excellent skills!" Li Jiu exclaimed, "Why didn't you use Qinggong when you escaped that day?"

Sang Wan smiled slyly: "What do you think?"

Li Jiu suddenly realized: "You know I'm following you."

"I didn't know it was you, but I have good ears and heard someone nearby."

"Sister, you're so good at Qinggong, it's a pity you don't know martial arts. How about I teach you a few moves?"

When martial artists see a promising talent, their eyes light up.

"That's great! I'm just looking to learn some self-defense techniques!"

Compared to writing, learning some life-saving kung fu seems to be more important. She can no longer be like meat on the chopping board.

"It's settled then. I'll come and teach you tomorrow."

Li Jiu patted his chest, very happy.

The two of them relied on their lightness skills to climb walls and soon landed in the courtyard of Tianshengtang.

Sang Wan was very familiar with Tianshengtang and came to the pharmacy in the dark.

Li Jiu opened the fire, and the room was in a mess, with broken bottles and jars scattered on the floor, and the smell of medicine was very pungent.

The large alchemy furnace in the middle was obviously shattered by external force. The fragments were mixed with grass, mud and dust on the ground, and it was impossible to see what kind of pill it was.

"How do I find it?" Li Jiu squatted down and rummaged around for a few times, but couldn't figure it out at all.

To him, it was just ashes.

"Brother Li Jiu, you help hold the lamp, I'll do it."

Sang Wan didn't care about anything. He knelt on the ground, carefully brushed away the ashes with his hands, and lowered his head to smell the scent carefully.

The ash piled like a volcano under the broken furnace was peeled aside layer by layer like peeling an onion.

Li Jiu held the fire, and before he knew it, more than an hour had passed. Only a thin layer of silvery-white ash remained on the ground. His heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"Lijiu, come closer."

Sang Wan's voice trembled a little.

Under the fire starter, the silvery-white ashes were stained with a layer of warm yellow light, and faintly visible golden glowing objects were inside.

"Yes, that's it!"

"Antidote for the Golden Lotus!"

Sang Wan touched his cheek excitedly and wiped his hands: "Handkerchief, dagger."

Li Jiu handed it to her excitedly:

"Grandma, please be careful."

"Don't talk." Sang Wan said hoarsely:

"Be careful to blow these treasures away."

Li Jiu immediately fell silent, not even daring to breathe, and tried hard to hold his breath, for fear that the precious powder would be blown away.

Sang Wan carefully used a dagger to scrape the powder on the ground onto the cotton handkerchief, not daring to waste any of it.

Before leaving, she stole some medicine bottles.

"What are these medicines for?" Li Jiu was curious.

"Golden wound medicine and scar removal cream are all good things, don't waste them." Sang Wan simply tore off a piece of tablecloth and packed a whole bag.

"Tsk tsk, you really are a thief who never fails."

Sang Wan rolled her eyes at him:

“I’m recycling waste.”

Li Jiu laughed out loud through the firelight.