General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

Two days later, in the evening.

Several people gathered in the courtyard, where Jiang Qiqi was making final arrangements.

"Tomorrow, the 19th, you will go to the palace with your master. Xiang'er and Lin'er, you will come with me to participate in the garden tour."

"Yes."

"Sixteen, you have already secretly given all the information to the Second Prince today, haven't you?"

"As Madam instructed, I have presented all the 'evidence' to the Second Prince."

"Alright, then tomorrow, after Lü Jicai's carriage leaves, you will guard the city gate and not let anyone tip you off."

"Yes, I will definitely fulfill your mission."

"Twelve, you will lead some guards to infiltrate the Ministry of Justice and follow them to the Lü residence. Make sure to create the illusion that the item was 'found' from the Lü residence."

"Yes."

"And Shen Luo."

Jiang Qiqi turned to the person sitting in the wheelchair, and he looked at her with a smile.

"What are your orders, madam?"

"Ahem... It's nothing. Don't go to the palace too early tomorrow. I'm afraid the Emperor's decree might be too fast and trap Lü Jicai and the others in the capital."

"Yes, madam."

The setting sun had already disappeared below the mountains, with only a few rays of its afterglow remaining in the sky, a testament to its former glory.

Several birds, eager to return home, flew across the sky, chirping incessantly as if they were talking about something.

Jiang Qiqi withdrew her gaze.

Strange, even though she had arranged everything, why did she still feel a vague unease in her heart?

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Meanwhile, at the inn where the Gong siblings were resting.

Gong Yuan developed a high fever after returning from the mass grave that day. He finally recovered today, but he is still very weak.

Tang Yiqing felt guilty, after all, he wouldn't have gone to that kind of place if it weren't to help him.

Therefore, he has been taking care of Gong Yuan almost every step of the way for the past two days, without taking off his clothes.

"I have examined your body from head to toe, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Gong Yuan, who was leaning against the edge of the bed, was taken aback: "You checked it?"

"Yes."

Tang Yiqing nodded slightly, her expression unchanged.

The night before, I had arranged for a doctor to treat you, but after observing him, I realized his skills were far inferior to mine. Therefore, with Princess Gongting's permission, I treated you, Brother Gong Yuan, myself."

"oh oh."

Gong Yuan nodded: "It's just a fever, a few doses of medicine will do the trick."

However, Tang Yiqing shook her head very seriously.

“Brother Gong, your fever is not from a common cold, so it cannot be treated with conventional methods.”

"It's not just a cold? Then what is it?"

Tang Yiqing reached into his sleeve and pulled out a piece of cloth between his two fingers.

“This, this isn’t…” Gong Yuan recognized it as the piece of cloth he had picked up at the mass grave that day.

"This is a very low-level spell, and you've fallen for it."

"what?"

Gong Yuan had never heard of such a thing before, and his mouth dropped open in surprise.

"Then how should it be treated?"

"It's not difficult."

Tang Yiqing put the piece of cloth back into her sleeve and reached out to pull at his clothes.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Gong Yuan yelled, covering his clothes with his hands.

Tang Yiqing was taken aback by his strong reaction: "I want to demonstrate for you."

Gong Yuan couldn't stand his innocent, white-flower-like expression, so he immediately moved back awkwardly and even opened his clothes.

"Okay, you demonstrate."

Then Tang Yiqing reached out and pulled down his pants.

Gong Yuan: "!!!"

"Knock knock." Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Tang, don't demonstrate yet, go open the door." Gong Yuan felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

Tang Yiqing had no choice but to give up on pulling down his pants and got up to open the door. In the instant he turned around, Gong Yuan quickly wrapped himself up tightly.

"Brother Yiqing, I've brought you and your brother dinner."

These past few days, Gong Ting has been both worried and happy.

Although she and Gong Yuan usually act like sworn enemies and bicker whenever they meet, they are, after all, siblings.

Although Gong Yuan was terrible at martial arts, he was as strong as an ox, and she had almost never seen him sick since she could remember.

Now that he has suddenly collapsed, especially in the unfamiliar capital city, how could she not worry?

Fortunately, Tang Yiqing was there. He was steady and reliable, and his orderly arrangements for the treatment put her at ease.