After the interstellar female general died in battle, she transmigrated into the body of a dashing p

Besides learning martial arts, there was another thing she absolutely had to do, and she wished she could grow up in an instant.

Three years ago, her adoptive father only dealt with Consort Zhan and her family. Even Consort Guan was merely banished to the Cold Palace and her entire family was exiled.

The matter that followed was left unresolved, which made her suspect that her father knew something but was hesitant. Since he wouldn't take action, she would do it herself. If she were to let it go like this, she wouldn't be a Zheng.

In the past few years, apart from her cheap father occasionally bringing her back to live in Muyun Palace, she usually lived in Zhongyang Palace.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Zheng Zhian asked impatiently, "Grandfather, you promised to help me detoxify today, are you ready?"

The two people sitting in the hall, who had just been discussing how to alleviate the pain, were immediately at a loss for words upon hearing her words.

Duke Yun smiled as he looked at the little girl in front of him. Her eyebrows and eyes looked very much like her mother's when she was a child, and even her personality was almost the same.

"It's not like we need an antidote, so what do we need to prepare?"

Besides, the detoxification process is not something ordinary people can endure; does this little guy even know that?

"Let's begin. After I'm cured of the poison, can I learn some martial arts?"

Kong Mufeng stood up and pinched her chubby cheeks, asking in confusion, "Why do you think about martial arts all day long? What do you want to do with martial arts?" She's only three years old, and she spends most of her time by the emperor's side. He's heard that the servants in Zhongyang Palace are more devoted to her than to the emperor. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have such thoughts.

Zheng Zhian couldn't help but complain in his heart. What's the difference between this and the three soul-searching questions that his friends used to ask on the summit: Who are you? Where are you going? What are you going to do?

Thinking this in her heart, she still wore an innocent and longing look on her face. "Of course it's about punishing the wicked and eliminating violence and maintaining peace. That's what's written in many of the storybooks in my father's study."

The two instantly realized where those storybooks came from. They exchanged a glance, and Kong Mufeng clenched his fist to his lips and coughed lightly. "An'an, this detoxification process is very painful. Are you sure you want to detoxify now? Shouldn't we wait for me and your grandfather to discuss ways to alleviate the pain?" He looked at her with a serious expression.

This little girl is precocious and quick-witted. With the emperor's deliberate guidance, people around her have always asked for her wishes first since she was a child, which has fostered her habit of thinking independently about everything.

Little did they know that it wasn't a habit they had been taught at all.

Zheng Zhian immediately put on a stern face, mimicking her father's scolding of the princes, "What are you waiting for? If you can't even endure this little bit of hardship, how can we expect you to have a future?"

After he finished learning, the two of them were stunned. To be honest, his expression was quite similar.

Since she had said so, the two of them didn't say anything more. Kong Mufeng took out a dark box, and when he opened it, there were two blood-red pills inside. Zheng Zhian was confused. Wasn't it supposed to be Snow Lotus Pill? Shouldn't it be white?

Seeing the doubt in her eyes, Duke Yun hesitated for a moment before explaining, "This is from the Wind Soul Valley of the Western Yu Kingdom, cultivated by the Five Poisons Old Demon. From the lotus seed stage, it is continuously nourished with the blood of underage children until it produces lotus seeds again, at which point it can be used as medicine. Moreover, this lotus seed can produce different effects when combined with different medicinal materials, making it extremely rare and valuable in the martial arts world."

Kong Mufeng scoffed, "Only that old monster could come up with such a vicious thing. Fortunately, your father banned the Blood Lotus Seed in Anchong Kingdom as soon as he took power." The Blood Lotus Pill is not difficult to refine, but the difficulty lies in cultivating the lotus seeds. What righteous person would do such a heinous thing?

"Was the Heart-Corroding Poison also created by him?" Zheng Zhian thought that since he created the antidote, he must have created the poison as well. Such a rare item was generally unaffordable for ordinary people, so this gave them a direction to investigate.

"No." When he said this, the Duke of Yun's face was as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly. "It was Medicine King Valley, the Valley Master Ma Ziming who came up with it."

Zheng Zhian didn't quite understand. If she remembered correctly, Medicine King Valley was a Jianghu (martial arts world) force in Anchong Kingdom.

She learned about this by overhearing her father mention the name to the shadow guard.

Seeing that the father and son were getting more and more engrossed in their conversation and had probably forgotten about the important matter, Feng Mukong rolled his eyes at the Duke of Yun beside him and looked at Zheng Zhian, saying, "An'an, are you going to cure the poison or not? If not, I'm leaving!" He made a gesture to take back the pill.

Zheng Zhian snatched it and put it in his mouth without hesitation.

She swallowed for a while but didn't feel anything. This old man just likes to fool her!

The pain suddenly swept through my entire body, a slap in the face.

She lay down on the ground, and the two old men were still squatting beside her, making sarcastic remarks. Kong Mufeng looked at their behavior with some confusion, "Why does this medicine seem to be taking effect a little slowly? Is it because it's been sitting for too long?"

Duke Yun stroked his beard, seemingly lost in thought, and shook his head. "It shouldn't be."

It feels like thousands of bugs are having a rave all over her body. Is this detoxification or poisoning?

She rolled the jade floor until it gleamed, now only hoping that once she recovered, those two old rascals would never grow a beard again.

A quarter of an hour later, Zheng Zhian looked as if he had been pulled out of the water. Duke Yun felt that something was missing and asked the person next to him, "Did you forget something?"

Feng Mukong couldn't let him question him, and immediately retorted, "How could that be!" After thinking about it carefully, he guiltily stepped forward along his beard, took the little guy's hand, and pulled out a dagger from somewhere, muttering, "Little An'an, I'm sorry, I forgot the last step."

He slashed her palm with the hilt of the knife, then continued with the other hand. Afterward, he even paused to reflect, "Hmm, this time I'm done for."

All Zheng Zhian wants to say is, screw you!

After waiting a while longer, Zheng Zhian thought she had either been poisoned to death or died from excessive blood loss.

Feng Mukong casually lifted her by the back of her collar and threw her onto a chair, clicking his tongue in disgust, "Little An'an, your blood is so black."

He controlled his internal energy, slowly circulating it through her meridians to clear away the last remaining toxins.

Zheng Zhian then came to his senses and couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Why didn't you use your internal energy to help me at the beginning?"

"You were the one who said you wanted to suffer a little, so I'm just doing this to fulfill your wish," Kong Mufeng said matter-of-factly.

Zheng Zhian looked resentfully at the old man standing beside her who hadn't said a word. "Are you just going to watch your own granddaughter get bullied by him?"

Duke Yun turned his head to the side with a smile in his eyes. "Oh, An'an, where are you? I can't see you..."

"Look at you, child, you've made your grandfather so worried!" Kong Mufeng said in a cooperative tone.

Until the very end, Zheng Zhi'an didn't utter a single word; even when they were leaving, the two of them were still exchanging pleasantries.

"An'an, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Little An'an, once you're all better, you don't need us two old men anymore."

...

Zheng Zhian left without any regrets, not even looking back, and didn't even ask about the martial arts and special skills she had been so eager to learn.

Cursing the two old men in his heart, Xiao Linzi knew the princess wasn't taking the right path back to Zhongyang Palace. Seeing her resentful expression, he didn't dare follow too closely, thinking he'd have to tell the imperial kitchen to prepare more of the princess's favorite dishes when they got back...

When he came to his senses, he realized that they had arrived at the rather secluded Willow Lake Pavilion. Before he could warn her, he saw the princess slip into the water.