Reborn as a doctor, he takes revenge and ruthlessly punishes the scum.

Ignoring his eagerness, Gong Mojue gracefully picked up the cup and took a few sips.

Mo Ran's eyes were almost red with anxiety before he continued:

"Although Bai Chongshan didn't believe that my maternal grandfather would betray the country, all the witnesses and physical evidence that person presented were so perfect. Even if he didn't want to believe it, what could he do? Not only him, but almost all the upright officials in the court, when they saw that evidence, even if they didn't want to believe it, what could they do?"

Suddenly, an endless hatred burst forth in Mo Ran's eyes:

"That traitor Situ Xiong. How good the Marquis was to him back then! Not only did he save him when he was just a child, about to freeze to death on the street in the freezing cold, but he also raised him like his own son. But in the end, no one expected that it would be him who stabbed the Marquis in the back, causing the entire Zhenbei Marquis's mansion, the entire Lin family army, and even the Imperial Concubine to be utterly destroyed. And what did he do? He stepped over the bones of thousands of people to rise to the position of Prime Minister, second only to the Emperor. Over the years, he has been constantly colluding with Gong Nanxian and Changning, trying every means to kill you. He is truly a heartless and treacherous wretch, deserving to be struck by lightning."

A murderous intent also clouded Gong Mojue's eyes:

"You overestimate him. He's just a tool in the hands of Gong Nanxian and Chang Ning. There's no question of any collusion between them."

"Don't worry, whatever he did, I will make him pay a thousand times over."

Mo Ran nodded:

"Yes, I believe in my master."

Looking at his expression, which was completely transparent with joy and anger, Gong Mojue couldn't help but sigh again:

"Alright. Didn't you just ask why I said that someone with Bai Chongshan's personality is both bad to us and even better to us?"

Mo Ran nodded quickly:

"Yes, yes, Master, I had forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it."

Gong Mojue was too lazy to say anything more to him, and said indifferently:

"We just need to make him understand that my father's death was not due to a sudden illness as Gong Nanxian announced, but was murdered by Gong Nanxian; make him understand that my maternal grandfather was not a traitor, but was framed by Gong Nanxian; make him realize that if Gong Nanxian were to sit on the throne again, what the people of Dayong would suffer would be endless oppression and pain, and a precarious and unstable existence."

"Then, without us doing anything, he will become our most powerful ally in dealing with Gong Nanxian and Chang Ning."

Mo Ran suddenly realized:

"Yes, yes, Master's analysis is correct. However, so many years have passed, how easy is it to collect evidence to exonerate the Marquis?"

Gong Mojue's eyes darkened:

"Over the years, our sparks have spread to every corner of Lingjin City. Now, it is time to start burning away all the filth and depravity."

Mo Ran's eyes trembled slightly at his words, filled with a thrilling excitement:

“Master, even if it's a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire, just give the order, and we will rush forward without fear.”

Gong Mojue sighed softly again:

“Mo Ran, besides being less intelligent and less skilled than Liu Bai, your emotional control is also inferior to his.”

Without waiting for Mo Ran's reaction, he gave the order:

"I was originally thinking about where to start, and how to strike Situ Xiong first."

"When I saw Bai Ziyu just now, I suddenly had an idea."

Mo Ran no longer cared about what he had just said—so much of what he meant by leaving things unsaid. His eyes sparkled, and he excitedly exclaimed:

"My lord, whatever your orders are, I will carry them out immediately."

Gong Mojue nodded slightly, gesturing for him to come closer.

Then, she whispered to him as he leaned closer:

"Situ Xiong's precious daughter, Situ Yue, is holding a banquet in a couple of days, isn't she? You...~~~~~~~~"

After hearing his arrangements, Mo Ran's eyes were filled with doubt:

"Master, doing this only fulfills Situ Yue's unrealistic expectations of Bai Ziyu. It seems to only benefit Situ Xiong, with no harm whatsoever?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Gong Mojue's lips:

"Mo Ran, what I want is not any real harm. What I want is to plant a thorn in Gong Nanxian's suspicious heart, a thorn that will be used against Situ Xiong. He can tolerate this thorn for now, but if we keep tugging at it, sooner or later he will not be able to stand it and will have to pull the thorn out himself."

Mo Ran nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Yes, Master, I will arrange it. We have people in the Prime Minister's residence, so this is no problem."

Gong Mojue nodded, but suddenly coughed violently, his whole body trembling, and his face grew even paler. When he removed the handkerchief covering his mouth, the red stain on it became even more vivid and conspicuous.

Mo Ran saw that splash of red, her eyes widened suddenly, and she gasped in worry:

"Master, you~"

Gong Mojue waved his hand:

"Don't worry, I won't die for now. At least, I won't allow anything to happen to myself until I see what happens to those people."

Ink-stained hesitation:

"Master, how about we ask for help from Yuan?"

A single glance from Gong Mojue silenced Mo Ran.

"Mo Ran, obey my orders."

Despite her reluctance, Mo Ran forced back the tears welling in her eyes, turned around, and quickly left.

Gong Mojue looked up at the blue sky visible above the courtyard, and said softly:

"Hopefully, it's not too late!"

~~~~~~

In a courtyard in Yingtong Lane, west of the city.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng was pacing around the courtyard, his face contorted with rage.

"This is driving me crazy! It's been days, and I've been stuck here, unable to go anywhere. Those nosy bastards are still blocking my way outside. So what if I'm pretending to be a miracle doctor? What does it have to do with them? These poor bastards want me to waste my poison on them? I wouldn't even let them. Don't piss me off, or I'll make them bleed from all seven orifices with one packet of my medicine."

"Oh, my little peony, my little darling, I've missed you so much!"

Qin Dalang looked at him ingratiatingly and whispered his advice:

"Boss, don't rush, just bear with it a little longer."

Beneath Ouyang Feng's feet, the circles spun even faster:

"Endure, endure, endure what? If I keep holding back, I'll suffocate. I'm leaving right now, and I refuse to believe those lowly people dare to do anything to me!"

With that, he turned around and strode toward the courtyard gate.

Qin Dalang grew anxious, rushed forward, grabbed him, and earnestly advised:

"Boss, please don't be impulsive. These lowly people are nothing to fear. But what I'm worried about are those officials you've treated who have already gotten wind of it. They may appear calm on the surface, but I'm afraid they might secretly plot against you."

Ouyang Feng glared and cursed:

"They dare!"

However, his foot, which was about to walk out, stopped, revealing his inner fear.

Qin Dalang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then advised:

"Elder brother, don't worry. Before, it was because you were of noble character and didn't want to rely on your brother's influence. So..."

Therefore, we have never let them know your true identity.

Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed with guilt upon hearing his words, but he feigned composure on his face.

"That's right, I do have real skills. So what if I can poison someone and then use an antidote? If others can't cure the poison I give them, that's still my skill. If I don't give them the antidote, they can only wait to die, don't you think?"

Qin Dalang hurriedly nodded in agreement:

"Of course, it's a blessing for them to experience our boss's unique poison."

Ouyang Feng nodded with a smile:

"My dear brother, you're so sensible. Don't worry, when my brother arrives, he'll deal with that vile woman who dared to oppose me, proving that I am the real divine healer and that she's the one spreading falsehoods. I promise I won't treat you unfairly!"

Qin Dalang bowed deeply in gratitude:

"Thank you, boss! Thank you so much, boss! I appreciate your guidance!"

"A good-for-nothing who's more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything!"

A figure suddenly floated down into the courtyard, staring coldly at the two of them, his voice full of sarcasm.

The two were startled and looked over.

The smug smile on Ouyang Feng's face suddenly vanished, replaced by an unconcealable anxiety.

He hurried forward, bowed deeply, and was very careful:

"Brother, you've come! You must stand up for me!"