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The beautiful woman sighed, saying that dressing up as a man too convincingly is also a kind of trouble.

Zheng Zhian put her index finger to her lips to signal for quiet, then turned around. She knew all too well how stubborn this former Imperial Censor was.

Helpless, after receiving the greetings, he helped the person up and couldn't help but complain, "You're so stubborn at your age. If your great-grandson learns from you, you'll be in a hurry."

After saying that, she considerately stepped back to the left so that Grandpa Yu could see the two people behind him.

Grandpa Yu spotted Yang Yisheng at a glance and stared at him for a long time. Yang Yisheng was at a loss for what to do, his face turning red from his neck to his ears, and he was so obedient that he seemed to be frozen in place.

Oh God, Mother, someone please save me!

"Are you mute? Hurry up and call for help."

Yang Yisheng had never heard his father's voice sound so heavenly. He knelt down firmly with a thud, his voice booming: "Greetings, Great-Grandfather."

"Good! Good! Good!" Old Master Yu smiled, his face flushed, and the wrinkles on his face deepened. "Sheng'er, get up quickly."

At the tender age of seven, Yang Yisheng dared to travel alone to the northern border to find his uncle with two attendants. He was quick-witted as he sensed the affection his great-grandfather showed him upon their first meeting.

"Thank you, great-grandfather." As soon as he stood up, Yang Yisheng ran to Grandpa Yu's side to help him up. "Standing is tiring, great-grandfather, please sit down!" He subtly pushed his father aside and proudly raised his head.

Grandpa Yu naturally didn't miss his little trick, but he was extremely pleased and beamed with joy.

With Yang Yisheng making a fool of himself and the grandfather and grandson laughing and joking, no one would believe it was their first meeting.

Zheng Zhian and the other two stared at each other like they were sitting on a screen.

"Master, a man named Ling Fei, who claims to be a guard of Princess Le'an, has come to deliver a gift. I am unsure how to handle this, and I would appreciate your guidance." The steward lowered his head, not daring to look up even slightly.

It wasn't that the family rules were so strict, but rather that they had an inexplicable fear of that unusual royal princess.

The laughter of the grandfather and grandson abruptly stopped, and they both looked at Zheng Zhian.

"It's just a small token of my appreciation. I can't come empty-handed on my first visit," Zheng Zhian said frankly, behaving like an unreliable junior.

Having spent many years in officialdom, Yu Dan could tell at a glance the depth of their relationships, and quickly made a decision: "Please."

"Yes." The steward left amidst the conversation in the hall and went to make arrangements for the guard himself.

Ling Fei arrived at Jingning Prefecture, but was met with obvious disbelief from Prince Yichen: "Is it really just a borrowed gift?"

A thought flashed through his mind: if it was about borrowing gifts, the two royal residences were right next to each other, and his master and Prince Nianyun were more likely to get along well. Moreover, Prince Nianyun had more strange and unusual gadgets. Why not ask him?

Later, realizing that his master had originally planned to see Zhu Zhiling today, and that Zhu Zhiling's arrangements had always been made by Prince Yichen, he understood that his master's real purpose was to tell Zhu Zhiling that she could not keep the appointment today.

The investigation report from Medicine King Valley revealed that there was no evidence of the blood lotus cultivation that Zhu Zhiling had mentioned.

After the New Year, Cong Yanxin did not leave. Instead, the number of disciples of Medicine King Valley in the capital increased. Zheng Zhian suspected that Medicine King Valley might have some secret method to find out Zhu Zhiling's whereabouts.

Zhu Zhiling was no pushover either. Zheng Zhian felt that if things continued like this, she would be exposed sooner or later, so he wanted to meet with Zhu Zhiling first before making any arrangements.

Zong Zhenping sent a message saying that an old friend had specially come to the capital for her, but she never expected it to be Yang Yisheng.

When Sanba arrived at the house where Zhu Zhiling lived in the suburbs, she didn't see him and immediately felt a sense of foreboding.

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On the bustling South Street in the city, Yuan Ming emerged from an inconspicuous antique shop, carrying a tattered copy of a book that was only half intact.

The half-finished book had only two blurry characters left, the words "On Reading" barely visible. He carefully wrapped it in a silk handkerchief and stuffed it into his bosom, afraid that the tattered book he had finally managed to find would fall apart if he wasn't careful.

After carefully putting away the remaining copy, Yuan Ming took a deep sniff. The aroma of braised food awakened his cravings, and he followed the scent forward.

Completely unaware that just two or three stalls behind him, an elderly man with mobility issues was limping and swaying with a candied hawthorn in his hand.

Despite his seemingly limping gait, no one noticed that he was actually quite fast-paced, especially when he saw the blue-clad boy coming out of the antique shop, at which point he quickened his pace even more.

Ling Fei was focused on heading towards the braised chicken shop when a pair of sinister eyes silently peered out from behind his neck, hissing at him.

Xiao Bai's current age, converted to human terms, is around sixty years old.

Sensing the movement, Yuan Ming stopped in his tracks, alertly sensing the presence behind him, and was about to turn around.

With a 'whoosh', a sharp streak shot out.

Yuan Ming dodged to the side, and the hidden weapon pierced straight into the wall to his left, revealing a candied hawthorn covered in sugar coating.

The slightly sweet and sour taste made Yuan Ming swallow hard.

The cooking looks pretty good; I'll definitely try it after it's done!

Before he could turn around, a familiar voice suddenly pierced his ears: "It's me."

As they were talking, the lame old man, carrying candied hawthorns and straw stalks on his shoulder, casually pulled Yuanming along and charged into the alley.

No sooner had the two figures disappeared than three men dressed in plain clothes with cloth bags slung across their shoulders suddenly appeared and quickly examined the signs of a struggle.

One of them took out a glass bottle and released a flying insect resembling a cicada. The insect circled back and forth where the two had just stopped, and after a moment flew off into the alley diagonally ahead...

The two climbed over several walls and tried to walk through sparsely populated alleys.

The lame old man stopped in his tracks, his chest heaving violently.

He vomited a mouthful of black pus and blood.

The voice just now was enough for Yuan Ming to recognize the old man in front of him.

"Poisoned?!" Yuan Ming quickly retreated, unable to hide his schadenfreude.

She got her comeuppance for threatening others with drugs all the time!

Zhu Zhiling weakly lifted her eyelids, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve, and said, "Enough nonsense, give me a few of the most blood-sucking Gu worms."

"Sure, call me 'Dad' and let me hear it." How could he let go of such a good opportunity to take advantage?

He said that, but his hands kept rummaging through things.

"I'll call you grandpa." Zhu Zhiling gritted her teeth, leaning against the wall and using the straw stalks of candied hawthorn to keep herself from falling.

"Tch." Yuan Ming curled his lip and tossed a few small porcelain bottles into her arms. "You can call me 'Grandpa' if you want!"

Zhu Zhiling was too weak to argue with him. She took off a candied hawthorn stick, and with the wooden end, she slashed her left palm. Then she opened the porcelain bottle, dripped a few drops into each bottle, closed the bottle, and handed it over.

"You throw it."

The movements were swift and fluid, completed in one go.

"Let me borrow Xiaobai again."

"No way." Yuan Ming replied without hesitation.

Xiao Bai has been with him since he was seven years old. In addition to eating snakes, insects, and meat, he has also eaten a lot of various Gu insects. In some ways, he has a similar constitution to Yuan Ming.

However, after Xiaobai absorbed it, it turned into a deadly poison. For Yuan Ming, this was of extraordinary significance.

Zhu Zhiling's face gradually turned ashen and even showed signs of turning purple.

Yuan Ming retorted, sticking his neck out: "What if your blood poisons Xiaobai to death?"

It's unclear whether the intention was to persuade Zhu Zhiling or to persuade himself.

From the moment Zhu Zhiling asked for Xiaobai, Yuan Ming had already guessed her intentions.

By fighting poison with poison, she could achieve a balance between the two deadly poisons, thus giving her a chance to save her life.

The problem is that Zhu Zhiling is skilled in using poisons; she carries many potent toxins, but even that didn't work...

What if the white poison can't withstand the backlash...?

Yuan Ming dared not think about it.

Zhu Zhiling's face gradually turned purplish-black, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She was only able to stand up because of her willpower.

The faint rustling of conversation reached Yuan Ming's ears; the two were separated by an alleyway, about three or four walls apart.

"Are you sure you can find the traitor by following this flying insect?"

"Of course, it's the poisonous woman hidden in the suburban village that it's looking for."

"That's amazing?!"

......

Yuan Mingxin's heart suddenly jumped to his throat. He circulated his internal energy to its limit, carried Zhu Zhiling on his back, and threw the Gu worms in various directions.

He had considered using the Gu worms to eliminate the pursuers before being discovered.

Disciples of Medicine King Valley must take a medicinal bath every day from the day they enter the valley. After a year, this is reduced to once a month. Ordinary Gu worms are completely useless against them.

Yuan Ming didn't keep many of the more powerful Gu worms on himself. He had just given a few more to Zhu Zhiling. He couldn't be sure how to get the Gu worms close to him without being discovered.

An An once said that when there is no way to guarantee one's safety, one must choose the safest approach—to develop stealthily and wait for the right opportunity.