Transmigrated into a cunning princess, she sets her sights on a celibate royal uncle.

"Xiao Qi, you're doomed! This is Lord Han Chuan's favorite piece of clothing!"

"Lord Hanchuan will kill you!"

The other two maids, Xiaoman and Jingchun, each said a sentence.

Jiang Xi was taken aback: "Is Lord Han Chuan really this violent?"

"Lord Hanchuan and Lord Beiying are two extremes. Lord Beiying gives people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze, while Lord Hanchuan gives people a feeling of being as cold as ice."

Anyway, I've been at the Prince's residence for six or seven years, and I've never seen Lord Hanchuan smile at anyone.

Jingchun spoke with a pure and innocent air.

"Then what about the miracle doctor you just mentioned?" Jiang Xi seized the opportunity to ask.

"It was brought back by Lord Hanchuan, and we don't know how it happened," Jingchun replied.

"We lowly maids are not qualified to serve the distinguished guests of the Prince's mansion. Sisters Bailu and Shuangjiang have gone to serve tea; perhaps they know!"

Xiaoman chimed in from the side.

Jiang Xi guessed that the divine doctor Huo Jingxuan had invited to the mansion was to detoxify her.

Once the twins within him are released, he might immediately target her. She can't just sit and wait to die.

Chun Tao hasn't returned yet; something must have happened on her way. She needs to go to Beijing Film Academy to ask her about it.

If Huo Jingxuan is really using Chun Tao to hold me back, then I need to leave the palace as soon as possible!

Just as Jiang Xi was planning to leave the Regent's Palace, Yang Xuerou was also plotting how to get rid of her completely.

In the Yang family's Nongyue Residence, Yang Xuerou sat by the window, playing the zither while gazing at the moon.

Xue Yang stood behind her with his sword in his arms, completely absorbed in her music, when suddenly he heard a snap—a string had broken.

The finest silk thread from Suzhou, with its exceptional resilience, broke, slicing Yang Xuerou's fingertip, and a drop of blood suddenly rolled out.

Xue Yang almost immediately pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, stepped forward, knelt on one knee in front of Yang Xuerou, and covered her fingers.

"Is something troubling you, Miss?"

Xue Yang held Yang Xuerou's hand and carefully wiped away the blood from her fingertips, asking softly.

Yang Xuerou had long been accustomed to his meticulous care and took it all for granted, without feeling any emotion or gratitude.

She simply withdrew her hand unhappily, letting it hang inside her snow-white sleeve, a hint of annoyance appearing on her exquisitely beautiful face.

"I don't want that bitch Jiang Xi to stay by Jing Xuan's side, you know that."

She's just like her mother, a vixen who brings ruin to the country... I'm afraid she'll..."

"Is Miss afraid that she will take the position of Regent's Consort?"

Xue Yang slowly stood up, guessing what Yang Xuerou hadn't finished saying.

Yang Xuerou glanced at him with dissatisfaction. Sometimes she felt that Xue Yang was like a tapeworm in her stomach.

He can sense everything I'm thinking!

Xue Yang knew that Yang Xuerou's glance was a reproach for his unfounded speculation, but her silence indicated that he had guessed correctly.

Then he continued, "I heard that Physician Shang has arrived at the Regent's Palace."

"As soon as the prince's twin poison is cured, I will immediately send assassins to ensure that Jiang Xi doesn't see the sun the next day!"

As Xue Yang spoke, he made a throat-slitting gesture.

Yang Xuerou was very satisfied with Xue Yang's comprehension, and the expression on her face changed from gloomy to sunny.

"Alright, I'll leave this to you. Oh, and since she loves Jingxuan so much, make her believe that it was Jingxuan who killed her, not me. Understand?"

"Understood!" Xue Yang accepted the order and quietly withdrew.

The Regent's Palace is very large, with red walls and black tiles, a secluded courtyard, and many palaces.

Inside the Moonlit Pavilion, candlelight flickered, and the room was filled with tranquility.

Shang Que has been taking Huo Jingxuan's pulse for half an hour.

This was unprecedented; he could diagnose any pulse condition with just a touch.

This is the first time in my life that I've hesitated to draw a conclusion.

Huo Jingxuan looked at the white-robed, ethereal man before him, knowing he was in a dilemma, and asked, "Is it that even you have no solution?"

Shang Que withdrew his hand, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Huo Jingxuan lowered his wide sleeves to cover his wrists: "Just say what you have to say!"

Shang Que carefully chose his words: "Could you let me see the person who poisoned me?"

He was very curious to know where this poison came from; it was truly a wonder of the world.

Huo Jingxuan gave Bei Ying, who was guarding outside the door, a look, and soon Jiang Xi was dragged over by Bei Ying.

The reason for using the word "揪" is that Jiang Xi dawdled along the way, constantly asking her questions about Chun Tao's whereabouts.

Not daring to keep Huo Jingxuan and Shang Que waiting, Bei Ying grabbed her collar, lifted her up, and moved with incredible speed, her feet barely touching the ground.

When they arrived at Nongyue Pavilion, they threw Jiang Xi inside, and she landed spectacularly in front of the two of them.

Jiang Xi lay prostrate on the ground, in a posture that could be described as complete prostration.

She was about to scold Beijing Film Academy for being untrustworthy when she felt two different gazes fall on her head.

One was cold and angry, while the other was full of gentleness and inquiry.

"She is the one who poisoned me!" Huo Jingxuan's tone was as cold as ice.

Shang Que looked at the little girl lying in the center of the hall.

He thought that the person who could develop such a peculiar poison must be at least a man in his fifties or sixties, but he never expected that it was just a girl of seventeen or eighteen.

"Young lady, is there truly no cure for the Twin Poison?"

When Shang Que spoke, his voice was like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Jiang Xi got up, sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, and looked up at the divine doctor that Huo Jingxuan had invited from afar.

"If you can cure it, then do it! If I wanted to cure it, why would I have used poison in the first place? Don't you think so?"

"Jiang Xi!" Huo Jingxuan glared and scolded.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Xi brushed a stray hair from her forehead and glared at him.

These words were truly provocative, and Shang Que should have been angry, but instead of being angry, he laughed out loud in a gentle manner.

"My senior brother said that the antidote you proposed is two ounces of Nine-Leaf Paris polyphylla, one mace of silkworm pupae from the winter solstice, decocted with snow from the previous year!"

"She's clearly spouting nonsense!" Huo Jingxuan was furious.

"No!"

Shang Que raised his hand, signaling Huo Jingxuan not to get angry.

"Summer withering is the Nine-Story Tower, dig three feet into the ground and the cicadas will appear in the cold, snow falls at midnight on New Year's Eve, and it has been a year since it landed. What she said is not unfounded!"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingxuan suddenly realized what was going on and immediately sent Han Chuan to find the three herbs.

Jiang Xi was suddenly lost in thought. Although these three medicines were hard to find, given Huo Jingxuan's power, he should be able to find them all in no time.

She doesn't have much time left!

"I summoned you here only to ask you one question: who is your teacher?"

Shang Que stood up, walked to Jiang Xi, and bent down to ask.

Jiang Xi looked at Shang Que's aloof and otherworldly face and gave a bleak smile: "I have no master, I am self-taught!"

Upon hearing this, Shang Que looked at Huo Jingxuan beside him in disbelief, as if to ask if what she said was true.

Huo Jingxuan had known Jiang Xi for a long time and was aware of her situation. He understood that it was impossible for anyone to teach her, so he indicated that he did not object.

Shang Que got the answer from Huo Jingxuan's reaction, and the expression on his usually gentle face froze for a moment.

He was hailed as a pharmaceutical genius from a young age, and after twelve years of study at Jade God Valley, he finally attained the Great Perfection.

The little girl in front of me said she was self-taught...

No, Shang Que did not believe it, or rather, he dared not believe it!

Jiang Xi knew that her answer must have been a huge blow to him.

Which sect's pride would want to see a rogue cultivator who suddenly appears out of nowhere become more powerful than themselves?

But there was nothing he could do; he had to help that scoundrel Huo Jingxuan! Jiang Xi just wanted to deflate his arrogance!