The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

The huge attic was deserted, with rows of closed doors along the corridor. The cold and desolate atmosphere was somewhat eerie, but for some reason, her intuition told her that several pairs of eyes were secretly watching her.

At the corner, a staircase led upwards. Su Fuying was a little curious. Just as she stepped onto the stairs, a dark figure descended. "Miss Su, stop."

The man in black had a cold expression, and his words were devoid of any emotion, just like a machine.

"Am I only allowed to go around on the second floor?"

"Yes."

Su Fuying pursed her lips. It's similar to where they are; they have access to confidential places.

As I turned to walk back, I suddenly wondered if anyone was in the room next door.

"Shadow One?"

Su Fuying called out tentatively. She now understood that although there seemed to be no one there, there were eyes everywhere, hidden in the shadows, watching the person who came.

"Miss Su."

A figure landed steadily. Good, good, you all know light footwork, right? Only she doesn't. Anyone with slightly higher martial arts skills can hold their breath and concentrate, making themselves undetectable.

I'm no longer interested in what I wanted to ask, but now I'm more interested in things.

She hurried to the room she had just been in and saw several guards tidying up the room. Su Fuying stepped inside and said, "Hey, I have a question for you."

The man paused in tying his robe. "Lu Yanxiu."

"what?"

Su Fuying then realized that he was unhappy that she called him "Hey," so he told her his name.

"Lu Yanxiu".

After repeating the name twice, Su Fuying felt that it sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before.

"Yes, what is it?"

The man resumed his aloof tone and calmly fastened his robes in front of Su Fuying.

"Who has the best light-footed skills here?"

Su Fuying walked to the table and sat down, feeling a bit thirsty. Looking at the cup she had just drunk from, which was still untouched on the table, she licked her dry lips and said, "Anyway, I've already drunk from it, so you can just get a different cup."

After saying that, she picked up the cup and drank directly from it. In the past, when she was traveling and went to desert areas, she never paid attention to whose cup it was. Several people would take turns drinking water.

The man's gaze lingered on her face, revealing no emotion.

"I'm asking you, who has the best lightness skill?"

He turned his head and met his eyes. A pair of beautiful eyes were staring straight at him, looking at him with an expression that was somewhat like looking at an idiot.

Oh right, as the temple master, he's definitely the best. What nonsense was I asking?

"except you."

The man chuckled lightly, "The people I brought out are all quite good."

Su Fuying gritted her teeth; this person clearly didn't want to tell her.

"Then let me use that talkative one from last time."

I feel like the first time with that big mouth should be easier to borrow, but today's Shadow One seems more useful to that stinky man, so I'm afraid he won't agree.

"You want to use it? The woman wants the man to take it back and use it. How do you plan to use it?"

There was a hint of interest in the man's eyes, and his tone was casual yet teasing.

"Didn't I have three conditions? First, I want the best lightness skill from you all, and I want to use it unconditionally for six months."

"it is good."

The man changed his attitude from before and readily agreed.

Su Fuying: "..."

She realized that this man was cunning and calculating, and wouldn't suffer any loss.

Just as he was about to speak, Shadow One's voice rang out from the doorway: "Your Excellency, the person has been brought."

The two arrived at an empty house, where candles were lit and a thin old man was crawling on the ground.

He was covered in filth in the dungeon, but now he's been washed clean and has been dressed in a plain robe.

Su Fuying walked over and sat down, coldly looking at the person on the ground. The old man was somewhat delirious, muttering to himself incessantly. Upon closer listening, only a few words could be clearly heard: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Without wasting words, Su Fuying took the old man's hand to check his pulse. She had a feeling that he was faking it.

The pulse was erratic, deep, slippery, and forceful; the old man's eyes were lifeless and unfocused, looking around aimlessly.

Su Fuying lowered her eyes, stood up and looked at the man sitting in the chair, saying, "I'm going back to make medicine. Please keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn't get hurt."

The current situation is similar to what she had imagined, but judging from the way they're trying to wipe her out, it's probably even more complicated than she thought.

"Can a mental illness that has lasted for more than ten years be cured?"

The man looked at her coldly, but there was no doubt in his eyes; he had some trust in her medical skills.

"Who said I'm going to cure his illness? I have a medicine that, no matter how crazy someone is, just one pill will make him speak his mind."

After Su Fuying finished speaking, she glanced at the old man on the ground out of the corner of her eye. The old man was lying on the ground, counting on his fingers, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth onto his clothes.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yanxiu raised his eyebrows slightly beneath his mask, about to speak, when Su Fuying frowned slightly, looking at the moonlight outside the window, feeling somewhat drowsy.

"I'm going back. Give me the person."

People? What people? Weren't we supposed to have them watch over things? Why are we needing people now?

Yingyi was puzzled, but still stood aside with a serious expression.

"They've gone on a mission and will be gone in a few days."

Upon hearing his master's words, Ying's mind raced. They'd gone on a mission? There were only two people whose missions could get the master's attention. What did Miss Su need them for?

Su Fuying was somewhat displeased, but then she thought that he had no reason to lie to her about this matter. "When will you be back?"

Lu Yanxiu glanced at Shadow One, who understood and immediately reported respectfully, "Shadow Two is expected in the next two days, while Shadow Three's situation is still uncertain."

"Who's better?"

Upon hearing Su Fuying's words, Yingyi hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully, "Yinger."

"Shadow Three".

Lu Yanxiu added casually, and Ying Yi was taken aback. What was Ying San good at? Lightness skill?

It must be him. That kid is exceptionally talented in this area. In the Shadowless Palace, besides the Venerable One, it's him.

Su Fuying considered for a moment, then said, "When Ying Er returns, tell him to come directly to me."

"Yes, Shadow One, see Miss Su off."

Sending her off was probably to keep an eye on her and prevent her from wandering off.

The two walked to the door one after the other. Ying Yi said goodbye and turned to leave, but Su Fuying suddenly called out to him and asked, "Ying Yi, Ying Er, Ying San, do you have four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, or ten? Do you have a Ying Bai Yi?"

Uh......

Yingyi froze, wondering what the problem was. What did "four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten" mean, and "one hundred"?

"No."

"So there are only three?"

Yingyi didn't know how to answer for a moment, and finally lowered her head and replied, "No."

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, Su Fuying muttered, "Ying Yibai is too awful. Tell your master to think of a more cultured name."

Upon hearing this, Ying felt a cold sweat break out on his back. He thought, "If you want my life, just say so."

Hmm, but I think it would be good to ask Shadow Two to talk to him when he gets back.

"Yes."

She had only walked a short distance when she heard Yingyi's voice behind her, "Miss Su, wait a minute."

Su Fuying looked over in confusion and saw Ying and his party approaching, respectfully handing over a sandalwood box carved with openwork patterns.

"What, is your master going to give me a gift? No need to be so polite."

Su Fuying joked, reaching out to open the box, inside which lay an exquisite tea set.

To be precise, it's not a set, just a teapot and a cup.

"You gave it to me?"

Just as Su Fuying was about to take it, she heard Yingyi say, "His Majesty said it's too dirty. One thousand taels, Miss Su, please take it."

Su Fuying immediately withdrew her hand from the box and turned to leave.

What is it that costs her a thousand taels? A broken teapot and a cup?

That scoundrel! He really has connections everywhere. He knows the emperor rewarded her with a thousand taels of silver, and he's trying to cheat her out of it. Dream on!

"Miss Su, His Majesty said that you can borrow Manager He."

......

"Miss, are these two tea sets worth a thousand taels?"

Under the candlelight, the master and servant stared blankly at the two exquisitely crafted teapots on the table. Hearing Biluo's words, Su Fuying recalled Yingyi's earlier words: "This set of white glazed petal-patterned teacups is worth more than two taels of gold. Since His Excellency threw away a few cups and saw that Miss Su was so poor, he gave them to you at a discount."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She poured herself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp. The dry, astringent tea leaves reminded Su Fuying of the tea she had just drunk, which made her even angrier.