Compared to the plan of Anle Marquis Mansion, Jiang Zhiyu was obviously more concerned about another thing.

"Brother, have you eaten?"

Jiang Kangan: “…”

Actually, he had just finished his meal, but since Zhiyu asked this question...

Jiang Kangan: “Not yet.”

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu's obviously happy face and chuckled.

…

In the North City Mansion, Malzahar leaned against the bed. The scars on his face had not yet healed, and one could vaguely see the tragic scene at that time.

His blue eyes were filled with rage as he glared at the envoy kneeling on the ground, cursing in Nan Gu dialect, "Useless trash! Just because this prince is unconscious, you can't do anything?! You resorted to Gu when that bastard emperor tried to stop you!"

He was still cursing and reached out to grab a teacup and threw it in the envoy's face.

The envoy did not dare to dodge, and the teacup hit him hard on the forehead, blood immediately flowed down. The tea was scalding hot, and his face suddenly became red and swollen.

Even though it was excruciating pain, he didn't dare to make a sound.

Seeing the blood, Malzahar's anxious mood calmed down a lot. He shifted his gaze from the kneeling envoy to the person chanting Buddhist scriptures at the table.

He spoke in broken official language, word by word, "Who on earth is that person?"

Xiao Chuji did not respond, but recited Buddhist scriptures wholeheartedly.

"You!" Malzahar was furious, and the wound on his chest was pulled. He couldn't stop coughing and spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

After finishing the recitation, Xiao Chuji raised his eyes and said, "Miss Jiang Zhiyu, the third lady of the Xiangfu, I have told you many times."

"No... cough cough, impossible!" Malzahar covered his chest. "You! The women in Shengjing are all weak. It's impossible for them to have such good skills... cough cough!"

"Monks do not tell lies. If you do not believe me, I will not waste my words any further. Farewell."

He stood up to leave, and Malzahar asked suspiciously, "Wait, what do you mean?!"

Xiao Chuji knew that he wanted to ask what it meant for monks not to tell lies, but he didn't have the energy to explain to him. If his next plan didn't require the help of this man's poisonous insect, he wouldn't have set foot here.

Disgust flashed through Xiao Chuji's heart, but he didn't show it on his face. "I'll say it one last time. The one who hurt you was Jiang Zhiyu, the third daughter of the Xiangfu. If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone in your family."

Malzahar's chest heaved violently, and something moved back and forth from the back of his hand. "Whoever it is, make her return my things!"

Things? Xiao Chuji's heart moved.

"What?"

"Of course it's my baby! Let me see her!"

Malzahar growled angrily, and the thing moved more and more violently.

Xiao Chuji took in all of this and said, twisting his Buddhist beads, "I have a plan that might help the prince see her."

Malzahar looked at him warily. Xiao Chuji leaned over and whispered something. After hearing this, Malzahar's frown finally relaxed: "Okay!"

…

Inside the palace, the emperor was reviewing memorials in the imperial study. Opposite him, He Yanting was lazily supporting his chin with one hand, as if lost in thought.

The emperor was annoyed when he saw him so idle.

"If you have nothing to do, come and take a look at these memorials!"

He Yanting's eyes wandered: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I have something else to do, so I will take my leave first."

The emperor was so angry that he laughed: "What's the matter? Tell me!"

He Yanting pursed his lips, and the emperor angrily rebuked him: "You have a child's mind! Now that your injury has healed, you should focus on your work!"

"Follow His Majesty's instructions."

Having said that, he still didn't move.

The emperor didn't bother to pay attention to him and continued to review the documents. After a moment's silence, he suddenly asked, "Why did you speak up for Jiang Zhiyu in the Golden Palace that day?"

"Your Majesty, I am wise. I only spoke because I saw that she did not understand the punishment and I happened to dislike Marquis Anle."

The emperor could no longer tolerate this and raised his hand to knock him. "Speak properly! Do you really think I can't see that you are speaking because you see that Marquis Anle holds a grudge against her?!"

He Yanting lowered his head and said nothing, seeming to feel guilty.

The emperor had never seen him look like this before and was very curious: "Tell me honestly, are you..."

Before he could finish his words, Fu Ping hurried into the palace and reported, "Your Majesty, Prince Malzahar has been vomiting blood for unknown reasons, and the imperial physicians are helpless. The envoy said that the person who injured Prince Malzahar that day took his medicine. Without this medicine, Prince Malzahar would be dead!"

The emperor frowned slightly and said, "Send a few more doctors to investigate the cause of the disease."

Fu Ping lowered his head and said, "Prince Malzahar is outside the palace right now. He said that the emperor forbade him to see Miss Jiang San, so he died in front of the palace..."

The emperor's face suddenly turned pale: "Is he threatening me?!"

Fu Ping frowned and dared not make a sound, for fear that the emperor would vent his anger on him.

The emperor laughed in anger: "Alright! I want to see what disease Malzahar has!"

The emperor stood up angrily and walked out, and He Yanting followed him.

As they walked out of the hall, all they saw was a glaring red. Blood was constantly gushing out of Malzahar's body. Several imperial doctors surrounded him, helpless as to what to do.

He almost looked like a bloody man.

The emperor was so shocked by this scene that he forgot most of the questions in his mind. When the two envoys from Nan Gu saw him come out, they hugged his legs on the left and right and cried.

"Your Majesty, please save our prince! If this continues, he will bleed to death!"

Before the emperor could move, He Yanting kicked them away one by one.

His eyes were fierce and angry, like a cold moon in the inky sky.

"How dare you! Do you think you can touch the emperor's dragon body?!"

The emperor coughed twice and said, "What's wrong with the prince? Hurry up and take him to the Imperial Hospital to recuperate!"

The envoy knelt on the ground and said, "Your Majesty, this disease is vomiting blood. If there is no corresponding poisonous insect to suppress it, the prince will die within a day! That day, after the woman injured the prince, she swept away all the poisonous insects. Please, Your Majesty, help our prince!"

He Yanting glanced at Malzahar and saw the back of his hand beating continuously, and he understood.

The emperor pondered for a moment and said, "Come here, summon Miss Jiang San to the palace. Remember to have her bring the Gu worm with her!"

Third Miss Jiang! Malzahar’s mouth twitched slightly, and his tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly.

That guy really didn't lie to me.

Three incense sticks later, Jiang Zhiyu was hurriedly invited to the Imperial Hospital. As soon as she entered, everyone in the room looked at her.

It was the first time that the envoy from Nan Gu met her.

The two men looked at her, then looked at each other, their eyes full of disbelief.

The girl before him was thin and petite, with clear, innocent eyes. She looked the type to be well-behaved and harmless. How could she possibly be the one who beat up their prince in the street?!

Could it be that the emperor discovered their plan and deliberately found someone to frustrate them?!

Jiang Zhiyu automatically ignored them and his eyes fell on Malzahar, whose blood was almost all over the bed.

【Vocal, fountain!】

He Yanting: “…”

emperor:"……"

The emperor coughed lightly and said, "Zhiyu, did you get Prince Malzahar's poisonous insect?"