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Everyone looked up and saw Zhang Jing standing with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy on the steps.

"Dr. Zhang!" Lan'er exclaimed with delight, "I've come to see the Empress, the Emperor..."

“I know who you are,” Zhang Jing interrupted her, his brow furrowed. “But you’re too late. Her Majesty the Empress left Medicine King Valley yesterday.”

"What?!" Lan'er was struck dumb. "That..."

Zhang Jing descended the steps: "She has obtained the antidote and set off for the capital with Liuli overnight." He paused, then added, "It seems the Emperor's condition is worse than I anticipated."

Lan'er was so anxious she almost cried: "What should we do? What if we miss Her Majesty the Empress on the way..."

“She took the main road,” Zhang Jing said in a deep voice. “If you took a shortcut, you might be able to catch up. But…” A hint of worry flashed in his eyes, “the journey will undoubtedly be fraught with danger. The people of Nanzhao won’t easily let the antidote return to the capital.”

Lan'er bowed deeply: "Thank you for your guidance, Doctor Zhang." After saying that, she turned to leave.

"Wait." Zhang Jing took a small bottle from his sleeve. "Take this with you. If you encounter the people of Nanzhao using poison, it will save your life."

Lan'er took the small bottle, thanked him again, and leaped away. Zhang Jing watched her retreating figure, murmuring, "I hope she made it in time..."

The mountain wind howled, and Lan'er's figure quickly disappeared into the thick fog. At this moment, she knew more clearly than ever how heavy the burden on her shoulders was. If she couldn't find the Empress and missed the best opportunity to save the Emperor, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Your Majesty, please wait for me..." Lan'er prayed silently in her heart, but she dared not stop for a moment.

Inside the Nanzhao royal palace, the main hall was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood. Xiao Wan Ning knelt in the hall, awaiting the emperor's interrogation. Thunder rumbled outside the hall, seemingly reflecting her current state of mind.

"Raise your head." The emperor's voice was dignified and steady.

Xiao Wan Ning slowly raised her head, her gaze calmly meeting the emperor's. Years of infiltration had taught her to remain composed in any situation.

"I remember, your original name was Ning Feng." The Emperor looked her over. "You've done very well over the years. Although this plan had some setbacks, it's still a good start."

Xiao Wan Ning—no, she should be called Ning Feng now—bowed slightly and said, “Your Majesty flatters me. It is only that I have failed to live up to your expectations this time.”

"From this day forward, you shall revert to your status as the Holy Maiden and revert to your original name, Ning Feng." The Emperor's tone carried a hint of approval. "Over the years, I have witnessed your strategic moves in both the Taichu Kingdom and the Great Qi."

Ning Feng respectfully said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

The emperor waved for his ministers to leave. Once only the two of them remained in the hall, the emperor's tone suddenly became more amiable: "Bring them seats."

After Ning Feng was seated, the Emperor slowly spoke: "The Great Qi Dynasty appears stable now, but its foundation is not yet secure. Although Gu Ye has won the hearts of the people, the conflict between the old and new factions in the court persists."

A sharp glint flashed in Ning Feng's eyes: "Your Majesty means..."

"Murong Xuewei's journey to Medicine King Valley will undoubtedly be fraught with peril," the Emperor said meaningfully. "If she fails to bring back the antidote, Gu Ye will surely die. And then..."

“The Great Qi will surely fall into chaos.” Ning Feng interjected, a cold smile playing on her lips. “Besides, I’ve already made preparations with the young prince. Even if Murong Xuewei brings back the antidote, it will be too late.”

The Emperor nodded in satisfaction: "You are still my most prized saintess. Go, and rest well. More important matters await you in the days to come."

Ning Feng rose, bowed, and turned to leave the main hall. The thunder subsided, and she gazed at the gloomy sky, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. Jiang Lingyun's death had made her feel loss for the first time. But now, she could finally shed the identity of Xiao Wan Ning and show her true self.

“Murong Xuewei…” she murmured to herself, “This time, I want you to taste what it feels like to watch your beloved die.”

The wind outside the palace grew stronger, causing the palace lanterns to sway precariously, as if foreshadowing an impending bloody storm.

As dusk fell, Ning Feng sensed something was amiss as soon as she stepped into the mansion. The servants, who were usually so respectful, were now hiding in the shadows, whispering amongst themselves and casting strange glances at her.

"Have you heard? This bastard from who-knows-where actually dares to call himself a saintess!" an old woman shrieked.

“That’s right, I heard she rose to power in Daqi by serving men, tsk tsk…” Another old woman said with a look of disgust.

"Miss Ning Pingting grew up in the Holy Temple; the position of Holy Maiden should rightfully belong to her. Does this lowly wretch even deserve it?"

"Judging from her clothes and appearance, I doubt she learned it in a brothel..."

Ning Feng's lips curled slightly: "The Princess's residence is indeed...lively."

As soon as she entered the courtyard, a dozen servants, wielding clubs, blocked her path. The head steward arrogantly declared, "Halt! You audacious scoundrel, daring to impersonate the Holy Maiden! A lowly wretch like you dares to covet the position of Holy Maiden?"

"Exactly! She's clearly of lowly birth; even her posture is so vulgar." An old woman stepped forward, pointing a broom at Ning Feng. "Get out of the Princess's residence right now, lest you dirty this place!"

The other servants chimed in, "Get out! Shameless slut! You're disgusting!"

"Oh?" Ning Feng's gaze swept across everyone's faces, her eyes growing increasingly cold. "It seems someone gave you ants the audacity to be so insolent before this Holy Maiden."

"Stop pretending!" the old woman shrieked. "Everyone knows Miss Ning Pingting is the rightful one. You lowly slut, you probably only got your way by sleeping with men..."

"Snapped!"

Before she could finish speaking, Ning Feng had already flashed in front of the old woman and slapped her to the ground. The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the courtyard, and everyone was stunned.

Ning Feng slowly drew the dagger from her waist, its tip gleaming coldly in the moonlight: "This holy maiden delights in hearing the cries of ungrateful lackeys. Aren't you all quite eloquent? Continue."

The old woman covered her face, still trying to be arrogant: "You...you dare touch me? I'm a big..."

A flash of cold light, and blood gushed out. The butler's eyes widened in disbelief as he clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground with a thud. Warm blood splattered on everyone's faces, and the stench of blood instantly filled the entire courtyard.

"Why are you all so quiet now?" Ning Feng slowly wiped her dagger with a handkerchief, her gaze sweeping playfully over the crowd. "Weren't you quite the talker just now? This Holy Maiden loves listening to her servants speak."

The servants, who had been so arrogant just moments before, were now all kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear. Several of the more timid ones had even lost control of their bladders in terror, yet dared not utter a sound of crying.

"Holy...Holy Maiden, spare my life...This servant was blind and did not recognize your greatness...I beg the Holy Maiden for mercy..."

"Now you know to call me Saintess?" Ning Feng sneered. "When you called me a slut earlier, why weren't you all so obedient?"

She crouched down and used a blood-stained dagger to lift the chin of a servant: "Remember this, this holy maiden hates two kinds of people the most: ungrateful lackeys and despicable scoundrels who gossip behind people's backs. Today is just a lesson for you. If there's a next time..." She lightly sliced ​​the man's neck with the tip of the knife, "Tell me, how should this holy maiden deal with you?"