Poisonous Goddess: I'm just lazing around in the mortal realm.

By the time Thirteen left Yong'an Palace, it was already dusk.

As soon as she stepped out of the main hall, she saw Pei Suisui and Duan Yuchuan, who were already waiting outside. The two were chatting idly in the corridor when Pei Suisui looked up and saw her.

"Mr. Thirteen!"

She lifted her skirt and walked towards her, turning her head and forgetting about the Third Prince beside her.

Has the banquet ended?

Thirteen noticed that it wasn't early, and he hadn't expected to spend so much time at Yong'an Palace.

"They dispersed a long time ago. The Third Prince said you were at Yong'an Palace, so I waited for you with him," Pei Suisui quickly explained.

"What brings you here, Mother?"

Duan Yuchuan walked up to the two of them, his gaze filled with inquiry.

The Third Prince of the Thirteen Dynasties bowed, composed himself, and recalled that she had promised Consort An to keep her secret in the palace just now. Even if the Third Prince asked, she could not say anything.

"The Imperial Concubine was overwhelmed with worry, and she was afraid that you would be concerned, so she asked me to stay behind alone to take her pulse."

"Is that so? Then how is Mother's health?"

"Your Majesty has been thinking of the Third Prince. Fortunately, he has only caught a slight cold. I have prescribed a medicine, and he will recover soon."

Thirteen met Duan Yuchuan's probing gaze, his eyes darkening, and he simply made up a few words in a hasty reply.

The three of them walked outside together, and Pei Suisui tilted her head to look at her.

"Mr. Thirteen, could you please go and take a look at my father next time?"

"No problem." Thirteen smiled at her.

"Then I'll pay your consultation fee?"

"No need! I'll give it to you for free!"

"so good?"

As the sun set and the sky grew darker, the afterglow of the setting sun cast long, thin shadows of the three people.

Night falls, and all is quiet.

A bright, clear moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the path ahead for the thirteenth prince.

Dressed in black, she hid behind a stone statue in front of the palace wall, silently counting the time. Just as the two groups of guards at the palace gate were changing shifts, she quickly ran to the deserted base of the palace wall.

Using a crooked tree nearby, she lightly leaped into the air, directly onto the palace wall, then carefully avoided the guards on the wall, and jumped into the palace.

Thirteen thought no one had noticed her, but from the moment she stepped into the palace, she had already been secretly watched.

Following the route she had taken during the day, she successfully avoided wave after wave of guards and made her way into the inner palace. She then used a low wall to climb onto the roof of the palace.

Dressed in night clothes, Thirteen took advantage of the darkness to completely hide in the vast palace.

She moved with the lightness of a bird, leaping into the air and landing gracefully on the glazed tile roof, making no sound as her feet touched the tiles.

Although Thirteen lost her divine powers after coming to the mortal realm, she still retained her martial arts skills. This was mainly because she caused trouble every day on Mount Cangqiong, and her lightness skill was quite refined from being chased by her senior brothers and sisters.

She groped her way forward along the glazed tiles, when suddenly her foot slipped and an orange-yellow tile fell into the hall with a thud.

Following the opening, Thirteen saw the scene inside the hall, and his face instantly turned red.

The room is filled with the colors of spring!

"There are assassins!"

The man's command inside the hall interrupted Thirteen's thoughts, and she hurriedly sought a way to escape.

Her original intention tonight was to sneak into the palace and see if she could find the Demon Lord in human form, but she never expected to stumble upon such a thing.

"Catch assassins!"

Seeing more and more guards and eunuchs pouring into the palace below, Thirteen quickly jumped into a secluded courtyard.

She noticed that the courtyard didn't seem to be inhabited and had been abandoned for a long time. As the footsteps outside grew closer, she hurriedly ventured into an empty side hall.

The door creaked open, and Thirteen stepped into the side hall.

Immediately afterwards, a long sword flew out from her hand like a python freed from its restraints, heading straight for her neck.

She instinctively dodged, but the sword's energy still severed a few strands of her hair, and the blade pressed firmly against her neck.

It seems she's incredibly lucky tonight; even sneaking around to find a hiding spot, she still managed to bump into someone.

Seeing that the other party had threatened him, Thirteen hurriedly lowered his voice and said

"Hero, spare your life!"

She thought to herself that she couldn't just die here, or her twelve senior brothers and sisters would laugh at her to death!

But the person holding the sword behind her didn't move an inch, as if he hadn't heard her pleas for mercy.

Thirteen raised his hands and waved them in the air.

She wanted to show the other party that she was not carrying any weapons.

Seeing that the other party still did not react, she slightly shifted her shoulder, wanting the blade to be further away from her neck, since her small body was not very resistant to such attacks.

Inside the side hall, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Thirteen wanted to turn her head to see if the other party was a soldier or a thief, but before she could turn her head, she saw the door she had pushed open be slammed shut.

In an instant, the side hall, now devoid of moonlight, was plunged into endless darkness once more. Terrified, she dared not breathe, cold sweat silently dripping down her cheeks onto her longsword.

Zhou Jinghuai leaned against the door, panting heavily. His left hand covered his wound, while his right hand held a sword to the neck of the boy in front of him. The bleeding wound on his abdomen was causing him excruciating pain.

Thirteen keenly sensed the bloody smell in the air. She was certain she was unharmed, so the only one left was the one wielding a sword against her.

Since the other person was injured and was hiding like her, they must not be a palace guard. Thinking of this, Thirteen reached into her bosom, but Zhou Jinghuai, alert, pressed his sword against her neck again.

Startled, she quickly explained, "I brought medicine! Hey sir, we're all in the same boat. I happen to have some wound medicine." As she explained, she took out the medicine from her bosom and reached forward along the sword.

The room was pitch black, and she couldn't see anything. She could only grope forward with her hands until she touched the other person's hand, at which point she placed the medicine she had just found into that hand.

"Good sir, I see you're injured too. Here, take this medicine! I'm just a petty thief. I heard people say there are many treasures in the palace, so I wanted to come and make some money to get rich!" She made up a random excuse, but actually she just wanted to find a chance to run away.

Zhou Jinghuai remained wary of Thirteen, feeling that the boy was short but quick-witted. Before he could think further, the wound on his abdomen began to throb with pain, causing him to lose his strength.

With a thud, he slumped down the door and landed on the ground.

Seeing that the sword was no longer a threat and that her opponent was injured and exhausted, Thirteen opened the door and tried to run outside.

As the door opened, moonlight streamed in, illuminating the room. Only then could she see clearly that the person lying at the doorway was also dressed in similar night clothes as her.

The other person was badly injured and was leaning against another door, panting heavily.

"Depend on"

As a doctor, she couldn't just ignore the injured person. She hated herself for meddling, but she closed the door slightly.

She knelt down beside the man, carefully examining his wounds and speaking softly.

"The sword is probably poisoned, but it shouldn't be fatal. Let me apply some medicine to it first."

Thirteen, who was sneaking into the palace at night, did not prepare much medicine for himself. He only carried a bottle of wound medicine with him because of his habit. He never expected that it would come in handy.