Reborn as the Regent's Beloved

Xiao Qingyin said cautiously, "My sister is not at home now. I will have my maid steal my sister's sachet from Qingya Courtyard and give it to His Highness. His Highness can then take the sachet to the Imperial Concubine's poetry gathering. This way, people will discover your relationship with my sister, and she will be unable to clear her name no matter what."

"Yin'er, this is really a great idea."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mingjing happily kissed her on the cheek.

Xiao Qingyin feigned reluctance, saying, "Your Highness, I will have Qianshu steal the sachet right now."

"Go quickly, go quickly."

Ye Si overheard their discussion on how to slander Xiao Fengyi from the rooftop.

To save time, Ye Si quietly descended from the rooftop and quickly sent a message by carrier pigeon, informing Xiao Qingyin of Feng Mingjing and Xiao Qingyin's plan.

When Xiao Qingyin caught the pigeon, she was having the coachman deal with the body of the servant who had been following her.

The coachman, Ye Liu, was a member of the spy camp, just like Ye Si. "Miss, shall we have one of our men impersonate this servant and infiltrate the Second Miss's household?"

Xiao Fengyi had already read and burned Ye Si's letter, and thought Ye Liu's suggestion was good, saying, "You make the arrangements."

After Ye Liu buried the soil firmly, he said to Xiao Fengyi, "Miss, why don't we take this opportunity to arrange for a clever servant to be by Xiao Qingyin's side?"

Xiao Fengyi also felt that she should indeed place a few of her own people among Xiao Qingyin and the Shen family, so that she could know herself and her enemy and win every battle.

After learning the contents of the letter Ye Si had delivered, Ye Liu asked earnestly, "Miss, should we have someone arrest Qian Shu?"

Xiao Fengyi raised her hand, "No need, let him be. Didn't Feng Mingjing want to take my sachet to the poetry gathering? Let him go, and we'll see who loses face then."

Of course, she hadn't yet figured out how to embarrass Feng Mingjing.

This is a tricky problem.

After they disposed of the body, Xiao Fengyi boarded a carriage and entered the Prince Zhao's residence.

After entering the Zhaowang Mansion, Yueqi, who was already waiting there, led him to the Qifeng Pavilion where Fengxingye was staying.

Just like the previous times, the air in the pavilion was filled with the fragrance of medicine. However, Feng Xingye was not lying sickly in bed as he had been before. Instead, he was sitting next to a chair, resting with his eyes closed.

When Xiao Fengyi entered, the man still hadn't opened his eyes, but asked wearily, "You've come."

The white silk shoes hidden beneath her skirt stopped in their tracks at the greeting, and the girl bowed to the man with his eyes closed.

"Your Highness, I am here to remove the poison from you."

After a long time, the man did not reply. Xiao Fengyi looked up and saw that he had fallen asleep.

At that moment, she realized that even the most ferocious beasts have moments of weariness, especially one that has been poisoned by the Soul-Losing Poison.

“Miss Xiao, the master is asleep, we can proceed with the detoxification.”

Yue Qi's voice came from behind the antique shelf, and Xiao Fengyi got up in confusion.

She looked at Yue Qi with a puzzled expression, "What did you feed him?"

Standing beside her, Yue Qi looked at the man sleeping on the chair and said, "I heard that the master went mad during the detoxification process that day. In order to stop hurting others, he took a mind-controlling drug himself."

"A mind-controlling drug? Does he not want to live anymore?" Feng Xingye is too ruthless to himself.

"I read about the prescription for the 'Bewitching Powder' in my master's 'Essential Techniques of the Spiritual Essence.' It's made from a mixture of herbs such as calamus, datura, and black privet, and it contains toxins. How could he just take it so casually?"

As she questioned him, she walked to the chair, placed the needle case on the table, and checked on Feng Xingye's condition.

When the girl touched the high brow bone, her fingertips were caught, and her hand and heart trembled at the same time, but she was still held tightly by a force.

The two men, standing close together, scrutinized each other's handsome faces. The man spoke first, "This little bit of poison is nothing to me. Miss Xiao, you don't need to worry about me being poisoned to death."

His tone was cold and indifferent, as if he didn't care about his own life, which really drove women crazy.

With a doctor's heart full of compassion, Xiao Fengyi, a physician dedicated to saving lives, could not bear to see Feng Xingye like this.

She said sternly, "Every medicine has some toxicity, Your Highness, you'd better not take medicine indiscriminately."

Seemingly, the effects of the mind-altering drug were taking hold, and the man nodded lazily, "I know, I know."

After saying that, he fell asleep again.

Before inserting the needles, Xiao Fengyi glanced at the man. He looked very young, unlike his usual mature and composed demeanor.

This war god who fought in the north and south was only a young man who had just turned twenty-three, a time when he was full of vigor and ambition.

Then I remembered that I was only eighteen when I was murdered in my previous life, yet it felt like I had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

The acupuncture procedure was not as dangerous as it had been seven days ago, but Xiao Fengyi still handed the needle kit to the man who had been awakened by the pain, despite the bulging veins under Feng Xingye's wet hair, and whispered, "If the pain is too much, you can bite this."

The wild glint in his amber eyes vanished like a blue firework in an instant. The man shook his head. "I can endure it!"

The woman didn't insist; she placed the needle case on the table and continued administering acupuncture.

To distract her, she casually said while administering acupuncture, "Ninth Prince, you are indeed a veteran of the battlefield. You are covered in wounds, yet you remain as strong as a pine tree. Don't you feel any pain?"

She recalled the excruciating pain she felt in her past life when her hands and feet were severed, and instinctively her pupils contracted, her fingers holding the needle trembling for a moment.

"Be careful."

Her hand was grasped by the man who was enduring the pain. Their eyes met, and after her hand holding the needle became steady, the man withdrew his hand.

Before Xiao Fengyi could recover from her embarrassment, she said, "Thank you."

Seeing that she was distracted, the man tried to distract her instead.

"It's not that it doesn't hurt, but rather that this pain reminds me how difficult it is to survive a near-death experience, thus stimulating my survival instinct."

When he said these words, not only his eyes but also his tone revealed a fierce determination, which greatly impacted Xiao Fengyi's mind.

One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand. Feng Xingye earned the reputation of a war god not only because he was ruthless to himself, but also to his enemies. Countless innocent souls have died by his fists.

After finishing the acupuncture treatment on the man, Xiao Fengyi packed her needle kit and prepared to leave the Prince Zhao's residence.

As he was leaving, after getting dressed, Feng Xingye asked, "I heard from my spies that you and your coachman killed someone at the gate. That's really ruthless."

When the man spoke of murder, his tone was playful, yet it made the girl lower her head and her eyelashes flutter.

She said calmly, "It's just killing a tagalong."

Feng Xingye didn't investigate why she killed anyone, but was more concerned about who sent the sycophant. "Was that servant sent by Feng Xingye?"

"It was he who rescued me from the bandits. Feng Xingye has been keeping an eye on me and doesn't respect you at all."

Xiao Fengyi suddenly thought of how to embarrass Feng Mingjing when he got the sachet. She wanted to reveal the man's plan, but she didn't know if the man in front of her would help.