Chapter 452 He will do everything in his power to help the princess achieve whatever she desires.

"Don't be willful, planning is important!"

Zhui Feng, sword in hand, blocked the way for Zhu Yue. Before more guards could arrive, he said coldly to Zhu Yue, "The princess has always regarded you and me as family. I have no way to repay her, only by completing the mission can I find peace of mind. Go quickly, don't disappoint the princess. You know what this means to her."

Zhu Yue looked at what was in his hand, then at the enemies that were constantly surging towards them, and knew that if he didn't leave soon, he and Zhui Feng would both be stuck here.

If we miss this opportunity, the other party will definitely be on guard, and it will be almost impossible to catch that mysterious master again.

Zhu Yue gritted her teeth and charged forward, shouting, "Don't die!"

Zhui Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't die."

Most of the people in the Dark Guard Camp lost their homes when they were young. The Dark Guard Camp gave them a chance, took them back, gave them a place to live, and taught them tracking, assassination, arts, medicine, poison and martial arts... until they were taken away by their master.

Life in the Dark Guard Camp was numb and desolate, but it gave Zhui Feng a chance to survive.

The first stroke of luck in Zhui Feng's life was when he was three years old and seriously ill. His family, who had no money to treat him, abandoned him, but he was picked up by the Dark Guard Camp and thus survived.

The second fortunate thing was that he was later chosen by the Second Prince and was able to use his talents under his command.

Later, the Second Prince transferred him to serve as a bodyguard for the Princess. The Princess treated him like the purest treasure in the world, as if he were a close friend. Although she never said it outright, her words and actions always warmed his heart.

Thus, becoming the princess's bodyguard became his third stroke of good fortune.

He will do everything in his power to help the princess achieve whatever she desires!

The moonlight reflected off the swords became shimmering points of light in his eyes.

With a resolute look in his eyes, Zhui Feng calmly drew his sword and charged forward at the approaching enemy.

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The commotion from the secret room had spread throughout the entire Zhenguo Duke's mansion, and it was clear that several more layers of guards had been temporarily added to Qin Weiwei's courtyard.

If the master hadn't already begun treating Weiwei before they noticed anything amiss, the Qin family would definitely have consulted with the master to postpone their visit, just to be on the safe side.

Qin paced back and forth outside Qin Weiwei's house, anxious both inside and outside the yard.

The sound of blades clashing could be heard clearly even in this courtyard. Qin was extremely annoyed and summoned the new head of the Zhenguo Duke's Mansion. She refrained from scolding him: "What's going on over there? Can't you even deal with two petty thieves who broke in to steal from the inner treasury? What's wrong with the guards? What if they disturb the master and delay Miss's treatment!"

The butler wiped his brow: "Madam, the Duke has even mobilized the Zhenguo Duke's personal guards. It seems the situation over there is more complex than it appears."

"What?" Qin was also secretly surprised and even more nervous. "Even the personal guards have been mobilized. It seems that the little thief's target is not just the inner treasury. That direction, could it be...!"

Madam Qin had a bad feeling. She instructed the steward to add more people to guard Qin Weiwei's courtyard, and then, still worried, she went there herself.

Although she was also very worried about her daughter's condition, that direction was the direction of the underground secret room. If the thief really went that way, what was inside could kill everyone in the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion!

"Quickly, take me to the Duke!"

After arranging Qin Weiwei's courtyard, the Duchess of Zhenguo hurriedly left with her entourage.

For a moment, the courtyard fell into a brief silence.

Zhu Yue nimbly leaped from the shadows onto a tree outside Qin Weiwei's room. Seeing the number of guards in the courtyard, she couldn't help but sneer, "Anyone who didn't know better would think they were doing something of national importance inside."

The Duke of Zhenguo's personal guards were quite skilled, but their rudimentary skills were no different from a kitten scratching an itch in his eyes.

"Why have so many people guarding it? Otherwise, if I still manage to break into the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion with so many people around, wouldn't I lose face?"

Every month, he packed the Buddhist shrine and account books into a bundle, tied it up, and hung it on a tree branch. After fiddling with the branches a few times to make sure it wouldn't be easily seen, he jumped down.

With a swift stroke, he knocked out several guards who had first discovered him, and in a few quick movements, he found an opportunity to climb into Qin Weiwei's room.

Zhu Yue flicked the hem of her clothes, muttering to herself, "What a pointless effort. I still managed to climb over the wall. I need to find them quickly, or Zhui Feng will be in danger."

Zhu Yue cautiously walked out of what appeared to be a side room where the maids slept, thinking she might witness some strange, evil healing ritual, or at the very least, acupuncture or something similar.

To his surprise, he saw nothing but a man dressed in a Taoist robe sitting by the bed curtains, idly flipping through a book behind the screen.

From a distance, the book looked somewhat like the storybooks that Her Highness the Princess usually read!

The man, dressed in a Taoist robe, had a thick beard.

Yes, it is exactly as Butler Wang described.

Besides this man, the only other person in the room was Qin Weiwei, who was lying behind the bed curtains.

Butler Wang said that during the treatment, the so-called master would use the excuse of his exclusive secret method to drive everyone out, leaving only himself in the room besides Qin Weiwei, the patient.

A figure could be faintly seen through the bed curtains; it was Qin Weiwei lying on the bed. This person must be the master.

Zhu Yue cautiously approached again with suspicion, and then she was surprised to find that the master's hearing seemed to be not very good. He took several steps in such a small space without being detected.

Zhu Yue was a little confused. As the master was engrossed in the book in his hands, Zhu Yue finally saw what kind of book the master was holding as he got closer.

Uh, it really is a storybook?

Things started to go wrong.

They also discovered other oddities month by month.

Despite the claim of treatment, the only source of medicinal smell in the room was a small stove burning beside the master; he couldn't detect any other medicinal odors.

The master doesn't want outsiders to see his unique recipe. Could it be that this unique recipe is just about brewing medicine?

Zhu Yue's idea was quickly rejected, because the medicine stove started bubbling, reminding the master that the medicine was ready.

After the medicine had been simmering for so long, the master poured it directly into the water pouch at his waist and said, "This is top-quality ginseng and herbal medicine; it shouldn't be wasted."

Zhu Yue: "?"

Is this medicine of love something you brew for yourself?

So what is his so-called exclusive secret method? It's just sitting here reading storybooks and brewing some medicine.