In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

Inside the study of the Prime Minister's residence in the capital, the wood grain was intricately carved, making it incredibly luxurious.

Inside the room, several people stood, bowing respectfully to the elderly man sitting in front.

An elderly man with a white goatee stared angrily at the letter in his hand, his face full of wrinkles.

With a "smack," the letter was slammed onto the table.

He snorted coldly.

"Hmph, that old fox from the Xie family in Anqi City has indeed started making his move! He's actually harming the common people? This is outrageous!"

The middle-aged men standing in front were shocked when they saw the prime minister get angry, and they lowered their heads in fear.

"Prime Minister Wen, please calm down. Don't let someone with no real power upset you and ruin your health; that would be really bad."

"No real power? He wields considerable power. Why don't you take a look at what Yang Feng wrote in his letter?"

With a growing sense of resentment, Prime Minister Wen threw the letters on his desk at the trembling group of people.

The three middle-aged men looked at each other and picked up the letters from the ground with trembling hands.

Those who read the letter gradually turned pale.

"How is that possible? Isn't that old poisoner Xie a scourge of the underworld who dislikes political affairs? How could he possibly interfere in Anqi City's trivial matters?"

"What can your mouths do besides say this? You're utterly useless."

Upon hearing Prime Minister Wen's anger, the people below all knelt down with a thud.

"Your Excellency, please calm down. If we work together, we will surely find a way to deal with the Xie family."

Upon hearing someone utter those words, Prime Minister Wen was indeed no longer as angry as before.

He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked seriously:

"Then tell me, what should we do with the Xie family? Whoever comes up with a solution and gets it done, I will reward you with ten thousand taels of silver."

"this…"

The reward of ten thousand taels was indeed tempting, but these cowardly people dared not presume to accept the mission.

Prime Minister Wen knew their identities at a glance and angrily cursed:

"A bunch of good-for-nothings, they can't even handle that old poisoner Xie. And they still dream of promotions and raises? Get out, all of you, get out of here!"

"Yes, I will take my leave."

The small group left the study without stopping.

The originally cramped and exquisite study immediately felt much more spacious.

Prime Minister Wen was so angry that he could hardly breathe when he saw the person who had been exposed. He could only sit back in his chair and calm himself down.

He continued to hurl insults:

"What a bunch of useless guys."

Not everyone can deal with that old poisoner from the Xie family. Even the old emperor showed him some restraint. How could an ordinary person possibly handle him?

But because of this, the newly enthroned emperor did not believe in superstition.

I feel that it is not good for the country's interests to give Anqi City such a clever geographical location to a martial arts figure.

Therefore, the task of dealing with the Xie family's old poison was entirely entrusted to the eldest prime minister, Wen.

If Prime Minister Wen fails to complete this task properly, how can his position be guaranteed?

The new emperor already disliked these old ministers, and this incident was a good opportunity to suppress him.

It's pitiful that Prime Minister Wen, at his advanced age, still has to handle Jianghu affairs for the new emperor.

"What can we do? How can we make that old poison master disappear from both the martial arts world and the imperial court?"

The old Prime Minister Wen sighed deeply.

"Oh dear! This is really difficult."

"Report!"

A report suddenly came from outside the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Boss Mo is here."

"Mojiang?"

"Yes."

Prime Minister Wen's eyes flickered slightly as he suddenly remembered that Mo Jiang seemed to have been a martial arts figure in the past.

Perhaps he can help him deal with Xie Lao's poison.

"Quickly, invite him in."

"Yes."

A middle-aged man dressed in dark green, with an excellent demeanor and only a few fine lines around his eyes, looked like a handsome man in his thirties.

As it passed by, it brought with it a gust of wind.

Inside the study, Prime Minister Wen was still pondering how to persuade the other party to grant his request.

Then they heard the door slam shut with a loud bang.

A handsome middle-aged man appeared before them, smiling as he asked:

"Mr. Wen, how have you been?"

"Oh, it's Mojiang! Come and sit here."

With his white hair and a fawning expression, Prime Minister Wen led the other party to the chess area by the window.

Each player holds one black and one white chess piece, and they begin to slowly place them down.

"What brings you here today, Mo Jiang?"

"When I returned from my business trip, I heard from the people in the manor that you had been feeling unwell recently and had come to see me. So, I came to check on you and see how you are doing, Elder Wen."

"Haha, I've been so busy lately that I completely forgot about it. Sigh! I've really been worrying myself sick over some troublesome things."

"Oh? Why don't you tell me, Prime Minister Wen?"

Prime Minister Wen's eyes lit up; he had been waiting for these words.

She began to talk to him about matters of the martial arts world.

"I've heard that Doctor Mo used to be a wanderer of the martial arts world?"

"Indeed, I was young and ignorant, and I ventured into the martial world without realizing that I had done wrong. Later, because of some sad things, I left the martial world and returned to the Mo family."

"I see, that's a great experience. I admire the young man's ambition."

"Haha, Elder Wen, you flatter me. I am just a nobody in the martial arts world, and I have no great ambitions."

"Ah."

Prime Minister Wen stroked his white beard and asked casually:

"In your travels through the martial world, have you ever heard of Xie Zhentian, the scourge of the martial world?"

"!"

Upon hearing the name Mo Jiang, the player paused slightly while playing chess.

But in just a moment, with a "thud," the white piece was placed, seemingly somewhat crudely.

Judging from the position of the pieces he was playing, it was clear that Mr. Wen was not paying attention.

He figured the other person must know about that person and must have an unusual past.

Prime Minister Wen smiled slightly, his wrinkled eyes crinkling, and placed the black piece a position slightly off-center.

He said with emotion:

"I've been feeling quite agitated lately because of these江湖人士 (jianghu figures)."

"Old Wen, why don't you just speak frankly?"

"Yes, you know him, right? He's both the city lord of Anqi City and a scourge on the martial arts world."

Mo Jiang nodded slightly.

"know."

"There's another one, who's also a thorn in the side of the new emperor."

"... "

"Alas, this young emperor doesn't understand the old emperor's intentions. He wants me to remove that cancerous tumor, but how can an old man like me deal with people from the martial arts world? I'm surrounded by a bunch of useless fellows, and I'm terrified of them."

"So...you want me to help you?"

"Haha, Mo Jiang is really smart."

With a gentle flick of her dark green sleeve, the white chess piece was instantly returned to its exquisite box.

The man sighed and refused:

"Unfortunately, Mo Jiang has long since lost touch with the martial world and has no desire to concern himself with its affairs."

"Are you really not going to reconsider? It's not a good idea to let that poisonous creature harm others. I know you have some past with him, and you must know his weaknesses. That's why I'm begging for your help."

"But your affairs are none of my business."

Prime Minister Wen narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed as he said:

"Alas, I heard that the old poisoner has a son. If we let them continue, things will only get worse. I have no choice but to hire some assassins in the martial arts world to get rid of his son first, to prevent the Xie family from having any bloodline, and then to slowly wear the old poisoner down to death."

"!!"

Mo Jiang's eyes widened slightly.

"Mr. Wen, what did you say? Xie Zhentian's son?"

"Yes, there's a little poisoner! He even killed the nephew of the general I sent to garrison Anqi Town. Both father and son are equally ruthless."

Mo Jiang's eyes were bloodshot, his heart was filled with anger, and his clenched fists made a cracking sound in the background.

Didn't Xie Zhentian tell him before that he had already killed An Lin's son?

Could it be that he lied to himself?

No, he needs to go to the scene to find out what's going on.

Meet Anlin's son...

His eyes suddenly filled with ruthlessness, and he immediately agreed to the task.

"Prime Minister Wen, you don't need to arrange assassins. I'll take care of Xie Zhentian for you."

Before Prime Minister Wen could even react, he heard about this good news.

The surprise made the wrinkles on her face even more pronounced.

"it is good."