He was hacked to death! Reborn and married to the Grand Secretary, his family wept with regret.

A dangerous atmosphere filled the air.

An Wuyang subconsciously bit her lip and stepped back, realizing that she had just misspoke.

Yan Yan and Yan Juzhi are siblings. Just now, because I love Yan Yan so much, I said I wished I were Yan'er's mother. Doesn't that mean...

An Wuyang glanced at Yan Juzhi again. His tall figure came into view, and his cold and intimidating aura made her unconsciously want to avoid his sharp edge.

"Lord Yan!"

An Wuyang said in a muffled voice, "It was Wuyang who was abrupt..."

"Not at all abrupt!"

Yan Juzhi coldly interrupted An Wuyang, a chill creeping across his lips. His sharp, eagle-like eyes resembled a dagger, as if he wanted to tear An Wuyang apart.

"Princess, you are of noble birth, it is your good fortune to be so honored to Yan'er!"

He looked up at Yan Yan again, his expression growing even more gloomy.

Yan Yan flinched, seemingly terrified, and instinctively ran behind An Wuyang.

"Sister, look at him!"

Yan Yan forced herself to complain, her voice sounding like she was about to cry.

“My brother has something he doesn’t dare to say, so he’s been holding it in and getting angry inside. Now he wants to take it out on me!”

At this point, Yan Yan couldn't help but steal a glance at Yan Juzhi's expression before adding another sentence.

"Brother, if you keep doing this, sister will get angry!"

Upon hearing Yan Yan's words, An Wuyang inwardly groaned.

No matter how capable she was, she wouldn't dare to provoke this god of death for the time being.

But Yan Yan was just too adorable, so An Wuyang had no choice but to risk everything and protect her in his arms.

"I was the one who misspoke; it has nothing to do with Yan'er."

"If you're dissatisfied, you can take it out on me... I'll take it out on you!"

This was the first time An Wuyang had used her princess status to intimidate someone. She knew that although it might not work on Yan Juzhi, it was better than saying nothing.

An Wuyang tilted his head back, his thin lips tightly closed, and a hint of tension and determination appeared in his eyes.

At first glance, they looked like soldiers facing off between two armies, very brave.

"laugh……"

Yan Juzhi suddenly let out a sneer.

His gaze lingered on An Wuyang's face, his eyebrows slightly raised, looking nonchalant.

"Oh?"

"it is good!"

An Wuyang was waiting for Yan Juzhi to continue his attack, but Yan Juzhi turned around and went back to the kitchen.

He crouched down and continued to concentrate on the fire, as if the terrifying anger he had just felt was an illusion.

An Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Yan poked her little head out from behind her.

"I knew it. Don't let my brother's arrogant attitude fool you; he's still no match for Sister Wuyang in the end..."

"Shh..."

An Wuyang quickly covered Yan Yan's mouth, afraid that Yan Yan would say another word.

She was begging this little devil to spare her life!

Soon, the water in the pot began to boil, and a sour smell filled the courtyard.

An Wuyang was carrying a bucket to scoop out water when he saw a carriage stop at the gate of the courtyard.

Several people alighted from the carriage, all wearing veils. The leader, upon seeing the courtyard, removed his veil and knelt before An Wuyang.

"Princess!"

"Lord Yan!"

It's Eunuch Chang!

After paying his respects, Eunuch Chang beckoned several people behind him over, and then a woman's voice cried out in anguish.

An Wuyang looked closely and saw the black veil being lifted by the wind, revealing a handsome and familiar face.

"Princess, Zhuying greets the Princess!"

The person who arrived was none other than An Wuyang's former personal maid.

An Wuyang also became emotional, and looking at the bamboo shadows, she couldn't help but shed tears.

In her previous life, after An Wuyang returned to the capital with Li Huai Ren, Zhu Ying willingly gave up her status as a palace lady and returned to serve An Wuyang.

Later, he even died protecting An Wuyang from a knife.

Upon seeing Zhuying again, An Wuyang was overwhelmed with emotion. She stepped forward and hugged Zhuying, tears streaming down her face.

"Princess, that's wonderful, that's wonderful!"

As Zhu Ying spoke, she knelt down on one knee again before An Wuyang, clasped her hands in a fist and said, "If I can welcome the princess back to the capital in my lifetime, I will have no regrets even if I die in the future!"

An Wuyang scolded her for talking nonsense, but then remembered her past life and solemnly ordered her not to die!

After recognizing each other, Zhuying took the initiative to take on the responsibility of selling that bucket of medicine.

After pondering for a moment, An Wuyang decided to let her reveal her identity as a close maid of the palace. Zhu Ying quickly agreed and then led a group of people carrying medicine buckets to the city lord's mansion that very night.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhu Ying set up a medicine stall at the entrance of the city lord's mansion. Because the city lord guaranteed it, countless people came to buy the medicine.

Zhu Ying then announced that, out of benevolence and virtue, he had specially made offerings to benefit the people of Ning County. Anyone in financial difficulty could come here to take medicine for free.

In order to make milk tea famous, Luo Qingfan distributed a lot of milk tea for free. Many children from poor families drank it and naturally got sick.

Now Luo Qingfan's milk tea has become poisonous, and tonight most of the people in Ning County are probably suffering from diarrhea.

*** administered the medicine overnight, and in the eyes of the people of Ning County, she was like a goddess. From then on, ***'s reputation among the people began to grow.

An Wuyang sat in the carriage, watching the long line of people coming to seek medicine, and the weight in his heart slowly lifted.

When she got home, it was already late at night. Before she could even enter the house, she saw Huang Gu Zi, the old lady's maid, waiting for her at the door.

"My lady, something terrible has happened! The old lady and the young master have fallen ill!"