Your Highness, please stop chasing me.

Xiao Chun seemed to see through her thoughts, and she said with a cold laugh, "Don't forget why the master sent the two of us to Xiyu Kingdom. I advise you to give up your inappropriate thoughts!"

Zhu Zhiyue's face turned pale at Xiaochun's words. How could she forget her master's inhuman methods of torture?

Xiao Chun's expression was also unpleasant. Because of her identity as a poison master, she knew more than Zhu Zhiyue, but precisely because of this, she also had a deeper understanding of her master's methods.

The two sat in the room in silence, creating a tense atmosphere.

Finally, Xiaochun spoke up, breaking the silence that filled the room.

She slowly began, "Miss Zhu, let's be frank. We're now in a cooperative relationship, so I won't make things difficult for you. I hope you can cooperate with me. You see the situation now. It's impossible for you to complete the task assigned by the master. The only way is for you to assist me in the open while I assist you in the shadows."

Zhu Zhiyue understood that what she said was true, but she still felt a little resentful.

She was a young lady from the Zhu family in the holy capital of Dongli Kingdom. After her parents died, she could only return to the southern border with her grandmother.

In order to establish themselves in the southern border region, she and her grandmother had no choice but to follow their master, but they never expected that their lives would be even more filled with fear and trembling.

In order to survive, she had no choice but to agree to Xiaochun's suggestion. She said, "Given the current situation, only the two of us can survive by helping each other."

Xiaochun walked to the door, looked up and left and right, then closed the door and went back to Zhu Zhiyue's side.

"Let's do as we just discussed. Tonight, you distract the guards and Changsheng, and I'll sneak in to investigate the situation of the Gu worms." Xiaochun's tone was much gentler than before.

Zhu Zhiyue nodded in agreement.

The two whispered to each other in the room for a long time before the door finally opened and Xiaochun hurriedly walked out.

Mu Hu had overheard the general conversation between the two. After closing the door, Mu Hu kept Mu Xue's reminder in mind and dared not get too close. He could only hide in the big tree in the guest courtyard.

Before the door was closed, he could still vaguely hear some things, but after the door was closed, he couldn't find out anything.

Mu Hu waited quietly for a while longer, and saw that Zhu Zhiyue was still sitting at the table, and Xiao Chun had not returned.

He decided to go back to Aunt An's Hibiscus Garden first, and then go see Mu Xue later.

Xiaochun walked out of the guest house and came to a secluded corner behind the wall. She carefully dug out an inconspicuous little bottle that had been buried at the base of the wall.

There was nothing unusual about the bottle before it was unearthed, but as soon as Xiaochun put the bottle in her hand, she could smell a faint floral fragrance.

Xiaochun quickly held her breath, took out the handkerchief from her waist, carefully wiped the dirt off the bottle, and put it in her bosom.

If Mu Xue were here, she would definitely recognize that this bottle contains datura pollen.

Before leaving, she carefully covered the small pit again, making sure no one could see anything amiss, before turning back to the guest courtyard.

Not long after Xiaochun left, Muqi leaped down from the roof and walked to the spot where the small pit had been. He used a branch to dig around it a few times, and the soil that had been filled in behind the pit loosened.

He carefully took out a white silk cloth, wrapped it with some soil, and then set off for Furong Garden. He knew that his third brother should be there watching Aunt An's actions at this time.

Having spent several years in the Mu family mansion, he had become familiar with the living habits of all the masters.

This was the time when Aunt An was about to get up, and Mu Jiaojiao would come to see Aunt An as usual.

Just as Mu Qi had expected, when Mu Hu returned to Furong Garden, Aunt An had just gotten up when Mu Jiaojiao rushed into the house impatiently.

As soon as she stepped into the house, she exclaimed, "Mother, I heard that the ancient physician cured my elder brother, and he has woken up."

Hearing this, Aunt An was displeased.

She calmly let Tao'er tidy her outer garment, and only after it was tidied did she speak: "What kind of behavior is it for you to rush in like this?"

"Has the ancient physician cured the eldest young master?" Aunt An then asked.

Her brother wrote that the esteemed person had said that Mu Feng's illness was not something that could be cured by an ordinary doctor.

As she hesitated whether to send a message to the capital to inquire further, Mu Jiaojiao exclaimed in surprise, "How could he be cured so quickly! Big Brother has just regained consciousness."

Aunt An gave Mu Jiaojiao a reproachful look. This time, she didn't hesitate any longer. She turned around, walked to her desk, spread out the Xuan paper, and picked up her pen to write a letter to the capital.

Mu Jiaojiao had gotten used to Aunt An's habit of writing letters while talking.

Bored, she propped her chin up with one hand, tilting her head to watch Aunt An writing a letter at her desk. She asked, "Mother, you said that since Big Brother has woken up, Father is going to take him back to the capital. What about us? Will he take us with him?"

When Aunt An heard Mu Jiaojiao's words, her hand holding the pen trembled, and a large drop of ink fell onto the letter paper.

She suddenly felt irritated, threw down her pen, and immediately lost the will to write a letter.

She walked back to Mu Jiaojiao's side, looking at her with some melancholy.

She dismissed the servants.

He then spoke to Mu Jiaojiao, saying, "Originally, I was thinking that it would be good if you could marry into the Jing Prince's mansion. That's why I told you to seize the opportunity with Prince Mo and not miss it."

Mu Jiaojiao asked, "Since Mother also thinks the Jing Prince's Mansion is good, why does Mother still want me to keep my distance from Brother Mo?"

“Although the Prince Jing’s mansion is nice, the title of Prince Jing ended with the generation of Prince Mo. Without the title of Prince Jing, what good is it if your child is born of the legitimate wife? Isn’t he still just an ordinary person?” Aunt An retorted.

"But Mother, I like Brother Mo, and Brother Mo has said that he will marry no one but me," Mu Jiaojiao said innocently.

Hearing this, Mu Hu felt sorry for Aunt An. She had such a shrewd mother who had raised her daughter so carefully, yet she was so naive and foolish.

"Jiaojiao, a man's true feelings are the least valuable thing," Aunt An advised.

Mu Jiaojiao also genuinely likes Mo Shijie, although she also longs to marry into the royal family and become an imperial concubine.

Seeing Mu Jiaojiao's hesitation, Auntie pressed on, saying, "Your uncle mentioned it in his last letter. He has already mentioned you to Prince Yi. Regardless of whether the general will take us, mother and daughter, this time, I will find a way to get you back to the capital."

Mu Jiaojiao frowned upon hearing the name of the Wing King, as did Mu Hu, who was hiding outside.

Unexpectedly, the master behind the Vice Minister of Revenue was actually the Prince of Yi!

"If it's the Wing King, then this is really going to be difficult," Mu Hu thought with some worry.

King Yi, Ye Beiyi, is the elder brother of Regent Ye Shangyuan and is a very powerful figure in the court.

Mu Jiaojiao had also thought of these things, and she asked with some suspicion, "Doesn't Uncle know that His Highness Prince Yi is almost thirty years old? How could he possibly want me to marry Prince Yi??"

Mu Hu was also shocked to hear this!