It wasn't that the disciples of the White Python Pavilion were kind-hearted or particularly concerned about Mu Yang; they were simply worried that he might cause everyone to be implicated in their escape.

Having escaped the danger to his life, Mu Yang returned to his usual stubbornness, shaking his head dejectedly. "I didn't leave anything behind, but I suddenly remembered that Miss Yu'er is also in poor health. I wonder if I could ask Doctor Liang to treat her? I have money, I can give you ten 998s."

The White Python Pavilion disciple thought he had misheard and opened his eyes wide in shock. "No way, are you crazy? If you're so bold, why don't you just fly to the sky? We only got the chance to buy that secret-recipe pill that takes sixty-four days because that young lady spoke up. Brother, can you please get your facts straight? We've committed attempted murder and regicide. We're just grateful to be alive. And you're still thinking about women at a time like this?"

Mu Yang disagreed, frowning as she said, "As a doctor, saving lives is his duty. How can you say it's because that person spoke up? His obligation is to treat and save lives. He should agree to help patients when they need it and should have a spirit of dedication. How can he be picky about patients? If so, he is unworthy of the title of 'divine doctor'."

Hearing his eloquent words, the White Python Pavilion disciple stared at Mu Yang for a few seconds with the look of someone looking at an idiot, then lowered his voice and said, "Don't be silly, Brother Mu. Think about it, the reason we've fallen to this state is because of what your sweetheart did. We came to kill them, and they spared us. That's already a great favor. How dare you still have such wishful thinking about anything else?"

"How is it Yu'er's fault? She is clearly the victim. If it weren't for His Majesty's protection, would that young lady dare to be so arrogant?" Mu Yang couldn't stand others slandering Chen Yu, and immediately lost her temper.

White Python Pavilion disciple: "...That's because you've never been beaten up."

Mu Yang: "..."

It would be a disgrace if word got out. The White Python Pavilion prides itself on its martial arts prowess, yet even with ten people attacking together, they couldn't withstand it for more than three seconds. If they hadn't experienced it firsthand, how could they believe that the seemingly ordinary young lady was so skilled in combat?

Mu Yang scoffed, "You're exaggerating a bit. If she's really that good, why don't you go fight my senior sister? I think you're just after her looks and exaggerating on purpose!"

"You're utterly unreasonable." His good intentions were completely wasted, and Bai Mangge nearly stormed off in anger.

Fortunately, the tyrant didn't hear these words, otherwise, he would have been killed by that brute Mu Yang. Even if he had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to covet the tyrant's woman.

Moreover, given how much he's been hyped up, he thinks Yu Wushuang might not even be a match for the young lady.

The White Python Pavilion has always advocated survival of the fittest and was not one to meddle in other people's business. The more he looked at Mu Yang, the more annoyed he became. His displeasure spread wildly, so he immediately threw Shen Qingye to Mu Yang and left quickly with only the corpse of his elder.

Caught off guard, Mu Yang was knocked off balance by the unconscious Shen Qing, causing her to stumble and twist her back with a "crack," lying on the ground in pain, unable to straighten up.

Mu Yang glared in the direction the White Python Pavilion disciples had left, gritting her teeth as she said, "...Despicable and shameless scoundrels!"

...

Shen Jiao was unaware of the commotion outside. In the blink of an eye, she lost many golden beads, and she felt that she would never be happy again.

Because of her low spirits, the tyrant rescinded the bitter melon punishment on her, and she channeled her grief and anger into her appetite, eating four bowls of rice in one go.

Ji Yan, who had already put down her chopsticks, glanced at her and said lazily, "If you want to vent your dissatisfaction with me by eating me out of house and home, then I advise you to save your breath. Money is the last thing I lack."

He's so annoying.

Shen Jiao focused on eating and didn't want to discuss money with this spendthrift. Everyone knows that talking about money hurts feelings, and for her, it not only hurt feelings but also made her very sad.

Ji Yan snatched the chicken leg from her bowl and fed it to the dog. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

What are you grabbing? You're not even going to eat it, so why are you grabbing it? Are you just itching for a fight?

Shen Jiao was frantically processing information in her mind, but her face remained calm. She suddenly remembered a guess that had been troubling her for a long time.

She asked, "Your Majesty, have you met Shen Jiao? The one from the Marquis of Anbo's residence?"

Ji Yan's long eyes shimmered with pearly light, her expression calm, her voice indifferent, "No."

Shen Jiao: "I have a bold guess. Do you think it's possible that I might be Shen Qingye's sister?"

To be honest, this idea is absurd. She opened her eyes in the State of Wei, as a dancer of unknown identity. She had always thought she was from Wei. However, ever since she met Shen Qingye, her voice sounded familiar, and she always felt depressed and unhappy.

It seems that she really did know Shen Qingye before.

“Impossible.” The tyrant’s eyes darkened. “Chen Jiao from the Marquis of Anbo’s mansion was sent to Huguo Temple long ago.”

Shen Jiao quietly ate a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs: "Hmm? How did Your Majesty know?"

Ji Yan looked at her, remaining silent for a long time. After a while, she gently patted the top of her head with her palm, saying, "Everyone knows."

It's something everyone knows, except you.

...

As the sun set, the sky darkened again, with rolling dark clouds threatening an impending downpour.

The disciples of the White Python Pavilion had been gone for a long time before Shen Yu and Yu Wushuang finally arrived. Not only did they arrive, but the county magistrate who had run away halfway was also following behind them.

After instinctively fleeing, the magistrate remembered that if anything happened to Mu Yang, he would most likely become a wanted criminal of the Sword Casting Manor. He knew his men's capabilities all too well and knew they were unreliable.

So, after much deliberation, the magistrate decided to go find Yu Wushuang.

He saved his own junior brother; after all, he had already proven that it wasn't that he, as the county magistrate, was incompetent, but rather that the enemy was truly formidable.

Yu Wushuang originally planned to use light footwork with Shen Qingye to save a lot of time, but she ended up bringing Shen Yu along, who was panting heavily after climbing just a few steps.

Seeing Shen Yu's pale face, Yu Wushuang had no choice but to stop and discuss countermeasures with Shen Qingye.

Shen Qingye told her that the matter was complicated and could not be explained in a short time, but time was of the essence and could not be delayed any longer. If it was not handled properly, not only the Marquis of Anbo's manor, but also the Sword Casting Manor would be doomed. Since he had already said so much, she had no choice but to take a step back and stay to take care of Shen Yu.

Shenyu was an overly stubborn girl. She would take three steps and then rest two or ten, and then rest eight or ten, stubbornly refusing Yu Wushuang's help or assistance, and walked to the palace alone.

So, a journey that should have taken half an hour turned into two hours of dawdling, and they just happened to run into the county magistrate who was looking for them on the way.

The magistrate saw the two lying on the ground from afar, immediately ran over, knelt down and cried, snot and tears streaming down his face, "Wow... it's all because I'm too late, Young Master Mu, you died so tragically."

Mu Yang: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!"

"Huh? You're still alive?" The magistrate was stunned for a moment, then turned to see the dark and silent Shen Qingye. He turned around and continued to kneel and cry with snot and tears streaming down his face. "Waaah... It's all because I'm too late. Young Master Shen, you died so tragically."

Mu Yang couldn't take it anymore, "Stop crying, he's not dead yet."

The magistrate was stunned again. "Huh? What? He's not dead either."

Yu Wushuang: "..."

Chen Yu: "..."