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Mu Ye held her breath for a moment, then looked up at Meng You Ning and said, “Master, I know I’m new to the manor and don’t understand many things, but I have a question for you today.”

"What is it?" Meng Youning chuckled and raised her hand slightly. "Just get up and answer me."

Konoha hesitated for a moment, but ultimately knelt upright.

"These past two days, Sister Muxiang has taught me a lot, but regarding the medicinal herbs, I want to tell you that Sister Muxiang had already taken some out herself before returning, and just now Master gave them to her again."

After saying that, she pointed to one of the pieces of silver on the table, "This is what Sister Muxiang gave me before I returned to the manor."

Konoha was pale and thin, with severely cracked lips from which traces of blood were seeping.

But as if suddenly realizing something, she lowered her eyes and continued, "I told you this without any other intention than to prevent you from trusting the people around you, so as to avoid irreparable losses."

Meng Youning was about to open her mouth when she suddenly coughed a few times, her brows furrowing tightly.

Upon seeing this, Mu Ye panicked and quickly got up, took a step forward, pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and carefully served Meng You Ning beside him.

After Meng Youning's expression softened somewhat, she glanced at Konoha unhurriedly and asked, "Is this what you wanted to tell me?"

Konoha was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized what she meant and replied, "Yes."

"Alright, I understand. You can leave now." Meng Youning waved her hand casually.

As soon as Konoha left, he encountered Qi Ran, who was rushing into Yunyan Pavilion.

Inside the main room of Yunyan Pavilion.

Qi Ran clenched his hands into fists and placed them on his chin.

He leaned over the table, staring intently at Meng Youning.

Meng Youning picked up the teacup beside her and tilted her head back to take a few sips.

The teacup beside her had long been replaced and was now filled with plain water.

She could only moisten her throat with the drink.

She was about to pour herself another glass of water when Qi Ran beat her to it.

Meng Youning couldn't help but glance at Qi Ran, her suspicion evident on her face.

Did Qi Ran take the wrong medicine today?

She actually saw the image of a lackey in Qi Ran.

Is it possible for him to fawn over her?

Meng Youning composed herself and silently turned her body slightly.

Unexpectedly, Qi Ran moved in whichever direction she moved.

Meng Youning slowly put down her teacup. "Young Master, please feel free to speak your mind."

Qi Ran straightened his expression and said seriously, "Why don't you reconsider what I told you last time?"

Seeing Meng Youning's puzzled expression, Qi Ran immediately reminded her, "Last time in the side hall..."

"Does the young master want me to repeat how I won when I was drunk this morning?"

Qi Ran nodded hastily, his eyes sparkling.

Qi Ran suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "Everything can be discussed, right? Here's what we'll do: you teach me how you did it, and I won't mention anything about those things in your side hall anymore, okay?"

He paused, then quickly added, "However, I'll need to see the finished product you make first."

Meng Youning turned slightly to the side, glanced at Qi Ran, and raised an eyebrow slightly, "Really?"

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Qi Ran's interest soared even higher, "More real than real gold."

Meng Youning hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded slightly. "I can repeat it to you again, but I can't teach you."

"I see." Qi Ran was a little disappointed, but he could understand, so he didn't pester Meng You Ning to teach him anymore.

Besides, with his exceptional intelligence, he might just learn it on his own after seeing it once.

Qi Ran had been thinking about this matter ever since he returned, so he had prepared his belongings well in advance.

After half a stick of incense.

Qi Ran looked at Meng Youning with a blank expression, then at the pebbles under the bamboo tube in her hand.

That's...that's it?

*

Upon hearing the commotion from not far away, Sang Luan was overjoyed and quickly got up, running forward.

She waved ahead, "Here!"

When Sang Luan saw the group of people approaching, she felt much more at ease.

She turned her head and subconsciously looked at Feng Hengzhi, who was leaning against the tree, only to see that Feng Hengzhi's eyes were closed and his head was turned to one side.

Sang Luan's breath hitched, and she quickly reached out to feel under Feng Heng's nose.

No breath!

She cautiously poked Feng Hengzhi's shoulder and tentatively called out, "Feng Hengzhi?"

no response.

Sang Luan's smile turned into a bitter one. "Brother Hengzhi?"

There was still no response.

As the people in front of her drew closer, Sang Luan felt a little anxious.

She grabbed one of Feng Hengzhi's arms with both hands and cried out loudly, "Husband, don't leave Luan'er alone! How will Luan'er live if you leave!"

She wrinkled her nose, and tears welled up in her eyes, large drops falling onto Feng Hengzhi's hand.

She was crying so heartbrokenly that the group of people rushing towards them were taken aback for a moment, and then arrived in front of Sang Luan and the other person at an extremely fast speed.

Sang Luan wept uncontrollably, looking at the people before her, tears streaming down her face, "You've finally come, but Brother Hengzhi... he..."

Before she could finish speaking, she turned her head to the side and sighed heavily.

This breath seemed to carry a sense of regret, remorse, and a touch of sadness.

Sang Luan silently gave herself a thumbs up in her heart; her acting skills were getting better and better.

Look at that emotion, how well it's controlled.

Look at those tears, a beauty shedding tears.

As she spoke, Sang Luan became even more heartbroken and hugged Feng Hengzhi tightly.

The group of people who rushed over were in a panic, but when they looked behind Sang Luan, they suddenly stopped and a look of hesitation flashed across their faces.

Immersed in grief, Sang Luan didn't realize anything was wrong, and she cried even more bitterly.

Once back in the manor, Yu Po felt completely sober. Upon hearing that they were coming to rescue her young mistress, she immediately raised her hand and led the way for them.

Yu Po timidly pointed behind Sang Luan, "Why don't you check on the Prime Minister's condition first?"

Sang Luan's crying stopped abruptly. Her hands were still on Feng Hengzhi's shoulders. She leaned back slightly and looked at Feng Hengzhi with a suspicious expression.

Feng Hengzhi slowly opened his eyes. "You really want something to happen to me?"

This is awkward.

Sang Luan silently touched her nose and chuckled, "How could that be? I was just startled."

She paused for a moment, staring at the person in front of her in disbelief.

She reached out and carefully touched Feng Hengzhi's face, then checked his breath under his nose.

Sang Luan stared intently at Feng Hengzhi, a fleeting look of joy at having something lost and then found flashing across her eyes.

This emotion was clearly seen by Feng Hengzhi.

"So you're not dead after all. I thought you were."

Yu Po looked up at the sky innocently. "Miss, could you have made the disappointment in your tone any more obvious?"

"I'm fine now." Feng Hengzhi patted Sang Luan's hand and said with difficulty, "If you don't let go, things might not be so good."