Jiang Zhiyu blinked, and her big black and white eyes looked innocent and romantic, yet also mischievous and cunning.

"Of course I will, but there's no need for the Imperial Master."

She looked at He Yanting and suddenly leaned closer, almost touching his nose, their breaths mingling together.

"I think that when the news comes, you will walk in front of people and praise me as a miracle doctor. Will you agree?"

"Being a national preceptor is not for me. I don't want to be tied to the imperial palace or backyard. I can save up money and open a small clinic. Once I become famous, money will come from all directions, right?!"

He Yanting's eyes were a mixture of light and darkness.

Jiang Zhiyu waited quietly for a while, and the smile on his lips grew bigger and bigger.

"Then I'll take the young fish in advance. Thank you, Your Highness."

Having achieved his goal, Jiang Zhiyu didn't want to stay any longer and pushed the door open. A group of servants outside the door all looked away, and everyone looked very busy.

After making He Yanting feel humiliated, Jiang Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief and was in a good mood. He walked out happily whistling.

He Yanting stared at her back with a dim gaze.

The tall attendant knelt before him.

"Young Master..."

"What's the plan?"

The attendant looked embarrassed and said, "Please forgive my poor eyesight, but the Third Miss has no internal energy. It seems that she is just a little stronger."

He spoke more and more quietly, and it was obvious that he was unsure.

The image of his master being pushed and fluttering in the wind was still playing in his mind on a loop. You have to know that the wheelchair was made by a master with great care to prevent anyone with ulterior motives from doing so.

Once the master presses the button, even the masters of the palace can't move an inch!

Who on earth is this Third Young Lady? She clearly has no internal energy, yet relying solely on brute force, how could she be so formidable?!

He Yanting frowned slightly and said no more.

…

It was still early and the weather was good. Jiang Zhiyu asked the coachman to bring the news to Jiang Zhaorong, while he strolled around the street.

Even after traveling through time for so many days, Jiang Zhiyu would still recall the scenes of fighting zombies in her previous life in her dreams every night. The noisy voices on the streets now were something she had always dreamed of but had never seen before.

In half a month it would be the Mid-Autumn Festival. There were cars and horses everywhere, people were streaming in, and the shouts of vendors could be heard one after another. Jiang Zhiyu picked up a jade hairpin and took a look at it.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the end of the street, with screams, stampeding sounds, and the clatter of horse hooves.

The pedestrians on both sides quickly dodged. Jiang Zhiyu looked up and saw a man in red sitting on a tall horse. He was embroidered with gold and looked extremely noble and elegant. He was tall and had a handsome face.

But what caught Jiang Zhiyu's attention at first sight was his eyes - deep and dark blue like the sea at midnight.

Jiang Zhiyu tightened her grip on the hairpin.

[This little bastard must have put a curse on Big Brother! Let me see what it's called...]

[What the hell? Malzahar?! Pfft—I can’t hold it in any longer.]

In a jade shop a few steps away from her, Jiang Sulan stood in front of the door, looking at her silently.

Jiang Sulan: “…”

What's wrong with this name? Why is Zhiyu laughing so... impudently?

Jiang Sulan wanted to make a set of jade jewelry for Jiang Zhiyu today, so she went out early, but she couldn't decide on the pattern.

Delaying it this way and that will just waste a little more time.

After finally settling down and about to go back, I heard a commotion outside the street. As soon as I went out, I heard Zhiyu's unbridled laughter.

Also, put...a poison on big brother?

Malzahar is the prince of Nan Gu. Although he is a hostage, he acts in an extremely flamboyant manner.

He had ridden his horse into the streets many times and killed the people of Tianqi for no reason. However, due to the fluctuations of the war, the emperor would let him go every time, allowing him to become more and more presumptuous.

Jiang Sulan looked at him with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

Malzahar's eyes swept through the crowd, and his hand gently pressed on his pocket. Something in his pocket squirmed, and it was actually a living thing.

He calmed the restless poisonous insect and searched for its target.

The poisonous insects he fed needed to feed on human blood. As their bodies grew, the insects' appetite also increased. What used to be enough for a month could not even last half a month now.

Everyone who was caught in his sight shrank their bodies, some even hid under the vendors' stalls. Malzahar's eyes were full of disgust.

He didn't dare feed the blood of such a person to his little babies.

He was about to turn around and leave when his eyes suddenly fell on somewhere. Jiang Sulan followed his gaze and saw Jiang Zhiyu who was trying madly to hold back her laughter.

Jiang Sulan's mind buzzed.

Malzahar's eyes were full of bloodthirsty interest. He removed his hand from his pocket, pulled out his horsewhip, and hit Jiang Zhiyu straight at it!

"Little fish! Run!"

His movements were too fast. Even though Jiang Sulan had noticed something was wrong and spoke quickly, it was still too late.

The sound of the whip breaking through the air was like lightning. With a "snap", the vendor's stall was completely shattered, and the bracelets and hairpins on it also fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

Jiang Sulan's eyes were bloodshot.

There was no sound coming from the entire long street. Everyone's eyes were filled with fear and surprise. Malzahar leisurely withdrew his hand.

He was still very confident in his skills, and looked over there with anticipation in his eyes, waiting to see Jiang Zhiyu's fallen body.

Jiang Sulan hesitated, she wanted to speak but couldn't.

When she finally found her voice, she heard Jiang Zhiyu's angry curses.

"Are you sick? You're blind and can't you see there's someone here?!"

Jiang Sulan: “…”

Malzahar: “…”

Onlookers: “!!!”

Malzahar looked at her, then at the whip in his hand, and didn't see any blood.

His head was full of question marks.

He raised his head again and said in broken official language: "Who are you? How did you get away with it?"

Jiang Zhiyu: “!”

[Hey, you're really coming for me?!]

[New hatred and old grudges! You're dead, you little idiot!]

"I want to ask you first, why did you whip me?"

Malzahar: "I asked first!"

Jiang Zhiyu's blood surged.

"Look at my memory. I treated you like a human being again. There's no point in talking any more. Let's fight!"

Jiang Sulan didn't even try to stop her, she saw her sister moving swiftly, leaping like flying, and in a few jumps she was in front of Malzahar.

Malzahar subconsciously raised his body. Jiang Zhiyu's eyes flickered with intelligence and he swung out punches, each one more brutal than the last, hitting his vital points.

Malzahar was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back and could only dodge in a panic.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers couldn't help but cheer.

They had been oppressed by this foreigner for too long. No matter whether they reported him to the authorities or claimed to be skilled in martial arts, they were helpless. They could only pray in their hearts when they saw him.

And now, someone finally confronts him head-on!