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Late at night, at Lianxiang Tower.

“Doctor Zhang,” Qi Zheng said, raising his wine cup, his eyes hazy with drunkenness and a hint of calculation, “what do you think people live for?” He deliberately swirled the wine in his cup, his gaze drifting unintentionally towards Liu Xu beside him.

Zhang Jing took a sip of wine, a faint smile playing on his lips: "What does Lord Qi wish to say?"

"What else could it be?" Qi Zheng suddenly burst into laughter, pulling Liu Xu into his arms. "Isn't it just wealth, glory, and beautiful women in my arms? Physician Zhang, don't you think so?"

Liu Xu deftly avoided Qi Zheng's hand, and with light, graceful steps, poured wine for the two of them: "Young Master Zhang, this is this year's newly arrived Daughter's Red wine, please have a taste." Her eyes sparkled, and her slender hands trembled slightly, as if she were nervous.

Zhang Jing took the wine glass, his fingertips lightly touching it, subtly signaling her to relax.

“Physician Zhang,” Qi Zheng suddenly said, putting down his wine cup and leaning forward, “I observe that your medical skills are superb, and you are a cautious person; you are truly a rare talent. However…”

"Just what?" Zhang Jing toyed with his wine glass, his tone indifferent.

Qi Zheng narrowed his eyes: "It's just a pity."

“What a pity?”

"It's a pity you're content to be an ordinary physician in the Imperial Hospital," Qi Zheng sighed. "If you had encountered a wise ruler..."

Zhang Jing interrupted, seemingly unintentionally: "Lord Qi, what do you think constitutes an enlightened ruler?"

"This..." Qi Zheng was taken aback, then smiled meaningfully, "Doctor Zhang wants to know?"

He clapped his hands, and immediately servants brought in two large trunks. The moment the trunk lids were opened, the room was filled with light.

“These…” A hint of shock flashed in Zhang Jing’s eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"How about it?" Qi Zheng rubbed his hands together smugly. "This is just the tip of the iceberg. As long as Physician Zhang is willing, all of this is yours."

Liu Xu then gently approached Zhang Jing: "Young Master Zhang," she said in a soft, charming voice, "if you agree to Lord Qi's request, I am willing... to serve you forever." As she spoke, her slender hand gently touched Zhang Jing's sleeve.

Zhang Jing didn't dodge, a struggle flickering in his eyes: "What exactly does Lord Qi want me to do?"

"It's nothing serious," Qi Zheng said mysteriously, lowering his voice as he saw that he had taken the bait, "as long as you help us with one thing..."

"Us?" Zhang Jing's eyes flashed, his tone tentative.

Qi Zheng's face stiffened for a moment, then he laughed to cover it up: "A slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue. Physician Zhang, you're too rigid. You should learn from me and enjoy life to the fullest."

“Lord Qi is right,” Zhang Jing sighed softly, “but as an imperial physician, I must prioritize the patients. Speaking of this plague…”

"Plague?" Qi Zheng suddenly sneered, the alcohol taking effect. "Didn't you already see it?"

Zhang Jing feigned ignorance: "What did you see?"

"Stop pretending," Qi Zheng said, his eyes slightly narrowed with drunkenness. "With your medical skills, how could you not see that it's not a plague at all?"

"So," Zhang Jing's gaze sharpened, "Lord Qi is admitting that this was deliberate?"

"This..." Qi Zheng suddenly became alert and sat up straight. "Doctor Zhang seems quite interested in the mastermind behind this?"

“Just curious,” Zhang Jing said casually, picking up his wine glass, “who on earth has the audacity? Could it be…” He looked at Qi Zheng meaningfully, “a guest from the south?”

"You!" Qi Zheng jumped to his feet, his wine glass falling to the ground. "You did this on purpose!"

Liu Xu suddenly cried out and fell to the ground. Qi Zheng instinctively looked at her, and in that moment of distraction, a faint fragrance filled the room.

"You...you poisoned him!" Qi Zheng pointed at Zhang Jing, his voice filled with disbelief.

“No,” Liu Xu stood up, supporting herself on the table, a cold smile playing on her lips, “it’s me.”

Qi Zheng's eyes widened: "You...you all..." Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground.

"Well done," Zhang Jing said, looking at Liu Xu. "I didn't expect Miss Liu to be such a skilled actress."

Liu Xu abandoned her alluring demeanor and bowed respectfully: "You flatter me, sir. This is all thanks to your excellent medicine."

A soft sound came from outside the window. Murong Xueyao climbed in, slightly out of breath: "Young Master Zhang, the city is in chaos! And what about Brother Yuxuan..."

“No rush,” Zhang Jing walked to Qi Zheng’s side, looking down at the unconscious magistrate. “He’s just a small fry. The real big fish is yet to come.”

"What does Young Master Zhang mean..." A hint of worry flashed in Murong Xueyao's eyes.

“Don’t be afraid,” Zhang Jing turned around, his profile sharply defined in the moonlight. “This is just the beginning. Since they dared to poison the border town, they should have expected this day to come.”

A commotion gradually rose in the city, and flames soared into the sky. A grand drama, long in the making, was finally about to begin.

Meanwhile, in the capital, Gu Ye was looking at the secret letter he had just received, his eyes growing cold: "Nanzhao, you've finally shown your true colors."

Murong Xuewei carried the food box to Gu Ye's side, took out the health-preserving soup inside, and placed it next to Gu Ye.

"I heard there's news from the border?" Murong Xuewei asked softly, looking at Gu Ye's tired expression.

Gu Ye put down the secret letter in his hand and rubbed his temples. "Yes, Zhang Jing has the situation under control."

"Xueyao and Brother Yuxuan..." Murong Xuewei hesitated, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

“Don’t worry,” Gu Ye took her hand, “they’re all fine. Zhang Jing said they can be escorted back to Beijing in half a month at most.”

Murong Xuewei breathed a sigh of relief, but then frowned: "Why did Brother Yuxuan suddenly disappear? He's not..."

“It wasn’t simply about delivering the antidote,” Gu Ye said gravely. “He discovered something.”

"What's up?"

Just as Gu Ye was about to speak, the sound of Xiao Yan'er crying came from outside. Murong Xuewei got up to go, but Gu Ye stopped her: "Let the palace maid go; you're tired too."

"Gu Ye," Murong Xuewei gazed at the moonlight outside the window, "is there something you're hiding from me?"

Gu Ye was silent for a moment: "Everything will be clear when Zhang Jing and the others return."

Meanwhile, in the border town.

Deep inside the dungeon, Zhang Jing looked at the weakened Murong Yuxuan: "Can you walk?"

Murong Yuxuan struggled to his feet: "Yes."

"Brother Yu Xuan!" Murong Xueyao rushed forward to support him, tears streaming down her face. "How could you..."

"Don't cry," Murong Yuxuan smiled weakly, "I'm fine."

Zhang Jing looked around: "Now is not the time to talk. Let's leave here first."

The three quietly left the dungeon and arrived at a secluded courtyard.

"Speak," Zhang Jing handed Murong Yuxuan a bowl of medicine, "What exactly did you discover?"

Murong Yuxuan drank the medicine and coughed a few times: "I...I saw them."

"Them?" Murong Xueyao asked anxiously.

"The envoys from Nanzhao," a cold glint flashed in Murong Yuxuan's eyes, "they held a secret meeting in Qi Zheng's chamber. That envoy..."

"You've seen what he looks like?" Zhang Jing's eyes flashed.

Murong Yuxuan shook his head: "He was wearing a mask, but..." He suddenly coughed violently.

"Brother Yuxuan!" Murong Xueyao patted his back in alarm.

"I'm fine," Murong Yuxuan said, catching her breath. "That person's voice... it sounds familiar."

Zhang Jing frowned deeply: "Familiar?"

“Yes,” a hint of confusion flashed in Murong Yuxuan’s eyes, “I feel like I’ve heard it somewhere before, but I can’t quite place it.”

What did they say?

"They mentioned the Empress Dowager," Murong Yuxuan said in a low voice, "saying that the Empress Dowager has already..."

Before he could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside.

"Oh no!" Zhang Jing jumped to his feet. "Someone's coming."

"Let's go!" Murong Yuxuan struggled to get up, but Murong Xueyao held him down.

“It’s too late,” Zhang Jing quickly glanced around. “Xueyao, take him through the secret passage. I’ll handle this.”

"But..."

"Hurry up!" Zhang Jing said in a deep voice. "Don't forget Gu Ye's plan."

Murong Xueyao gritted her teeth and helped Murong Yuxuan up as they walked towards the secret passage.

“Zhang Jing,” Murong Yuxuan suddenly turned around, “you must tell Gu Ye something that person said.”

“What?”

He said, 'Gu Ye is just doing all the work for them.'"

Zhang Jing's pupils contracted: "What did you say?"

"Bang!" The door was kicked open, and several men in black rushed in.

"Go!" Zhang Jing shouted, simultaneously launching several silver needles.

Murong Xueyao pulled Murong Yuxuan away and disappeared into the secret passage, with the sounds of fighting coming from behind them.

“Brother Yu Xuan,” Murong Xueyao said, helping him walk quickly forward, “what you just said…”

"Don't ask," Murong Yuxuan said breathlessly, "we'll talk about it when we get back to the capital."

Under the moonlight, the two figures gradually disappeared into the night. Meanwhile, Zhang Jing was in the courtyard, dealing with the man in black. The silver needles gleamed coldly in the moonlight, reflecting the shock in his eyes.

Making wedding dresses for them? If this news is true, then the capital city is probably already...

"I need to inform Gu Ye immediately," Zhang Jing thought to himself. "There might already be people taking action in the capital."

Inside the Phoenix Palace, Murong Xuewei leaned against Gu Ye's chest: "When do you think they'll be back?"

Gu Ye gazed at the moonlight outside the window, his eyes deep and thoughtful: "It should be soon!"