The two remained silent the entire way back to An Moxue's house.

Once inside, Wu Sicheng, unable to contain his questions any longer, asked An Moxue, "Moxue, what about those medicines?"

She looked at Wu Sicheng and said, word by word, "I made it. I know what you're thinking? Don't think about it. This medicine is extremely difficult to make. The ingredients are rare and hard to come by. So far, I've only made a few pills. If it weren't for the importance of Kong Daoxue's research, I wouldn't have been willing to use them. Every pill we use is one less available."

He looked at An Moxue apologetically and said, "I'm sorry."

An Moxue waved her hand dismissively and said, "I understand how you feel. I thought about it too, but the medicinal herbs are too difficult to prepare. I only found these herbs by chance in the deep mountains and forests, and the combination is quite particular. It's just that we still don't have any news about Kong Daoxue."

"But we have confirmed one thing: his research must be very important."

"Yes, I'm about to start summer vacation, so I need to go home and return my things. The notebook I found must be very important."

"Okay, I'll go back with you then, just in case."

"No need, I'll stay by myself. Being a smaller target makes me safer."

"We'll see how things go then. Maybe we'll hear news about Confucianism by then!"

"Okay, we'll discuss it further. But where do we start looking next? It's like finding a needle in a haystack, it's not going to be easy!"

"There are definitely many forces looking for him. Perhaps the recent situation outside is related to this matter."

An Moxue thought that the frequent and strict investigations outside might actually be related to this matter.

Both of them fell into deep thought. They hadn't expected that the clues they had finally obtained would be of little use. They needed to figure out where to start.

After a while, An Moxue said, "I'll go and prepare your medicine. After it's ready, you can boil some for a bath."

He smiled slightly and looked at her, saying, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Mo Xue."

"It's nothing."

And so, Wu Sicheng went to the kitchen to light a fire, preparing to brew the medicinal bath, while An Moxue returned to her room to start preparing the medicine.

When An Moxue came out with the prepared medicine, Wu Sicheng was already ready. An Moxue poured the medicine directly into the kettle and started boiling it.

Wu Sicheng looked at the medicine pot and asked, "Mo Xue, do you need my help tomorrow?"

"No need, I've already prepared everything. A family that has betrayed its promises can be dealt with without any moral considerations. Just make do with them for now!"

Wu Sicheng sensed there was a story behind her words, but he didn't press her for details. He would never have imagined it was related to An Moxue! Otherwise, he would definitely have asked her for clarification.

"Okay, then send someone to find me if anything happens."

"Okay!"

Wu Sicheng sensed the ease in her voice; she wanted to tell him that she was confident in handling this matter.

The next day, Freda drove Popov's car to pick up An Moxue.

An Moxue got into the car and praised, "Freda, you have a good eye! You served me at Popov's house today."

He simply smiled, replied "Okay," and continued driving seriously, without seeking credit.

An Mo felt that this person was intelligent, knew how to assess the situation, knew how to please the boss, and knew how to be tactful.

Along the way, Freda described the Popov family and the circumstances surrounding his departure.

Upon arriving at the Popov family manor, An Moxue stepped out of the car, exuding an aura of authority. Freda followed closely behind her, dutifully fulfilling his role as an assistant, appearing to be a loyal and devoted subordinate.

As soon as An Moxue entered the reception hall, she was met with stares from all directions, filled with resentment, hatred, and hostility.

She didn't care at all and continued walking forward. When she reached the head seat, she looked at old Popov with a mocking gaze and said, "Old man, how's your grandson's leg?"

One sentence dispelled the resentment in old Popov's heart.

Popov's deep voice rang out: "Recovering."

"That's good. Is everyone here?"

"Three people are missing."

At this moment, she was saying the harshest words in the gentlest tone: "It's okay, I'll give them three more days. If they still don't show up, then they don't need to show up at all. It's not a big deal."

Old Popov demanded, "What do you mean?" The tribesmen below glared at her angrily.

“It means exactly what it says,” An Moxue said, looking around, then lighting an incense stick in her hand.

When old Popov saw Xiang, his face changed drastically, and he roared, "What are you going to do now?"

An Moxue replied slowly and deliberately, "Guess!"

The clansmen in the reception room were puzzled and looked at each other in bewilderment. Before long, some people began to feel unwell, and one after another, they became sick and fell ill. Finally, someone realized that there was something wrong with the incense in An Moxue's hand.

Someone shouted, "It's her! There's something wrong with the incense she's holding!"

This was like opening a floodgate; the crowd erupted in excitement, but the number of people falling ill also increased, and the condition became more and more severe.

Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed.

This was like setting off a domino effect; people fell one by one, and soon they were all lying on the ground groaning, their previous arrogance completely gone.

"So? Do you like the gifts I gave you? Do you still think I'm not qualified to lead you?"

Freda looked at the Popov family members who had all fallen, while the others were unharmed, and understood something. He felt even more awe for An Moxue's mysterious and unpredictable abilities.

An Moxue sat in the chair, watching the more than one hundred Popov family members below grow increasingly distressed, but the curve of her lips grew wider and wider.

Freda moved a few steps closer to her and cautiously asked, "Miss Giddo, what do we do next?"

An Moxue looked at the group of people on the ground and said, "Wait! Once they bow their heads, I'll give them the antidote. Otherwise, they can just keep having this illness!"

An Moxue continued doing this, and old Popov spoke with difficulty: "Miss Jido, I have already agreed to your request, so why are you making things difficult for my people? Please give us the antidote!"

An Moxue handed a snuff bottle to Freda and said, "Just put it under your nose and smell it, then put the lid on."

“Yes.” Freda was the first to walk up to the old Popov family head, took out his snuff bottle and let him smell it. After a while, the old Popov’s symptoms disappeared and he sat back down in his chair.

He said to his people, "Miss Jido, there are medicines that can induce our family's illness, and medicines that can stop the illness. You can choose for yourselves!" His words were full of exhaustion and helplessness.

Some of the tribesmen struggled to raise their hands, and Freda went over to them to detoxify them.

Gradually, people raised their hands, until finally, everyone stood up.

An Moxue asked, "Is there anyone else who objects?" Everyone below lowered their heads and no one spoke.

“Very good, Freda, distribute this stack of documents by name.”

Freda responded, sent the data, and returned to stand next to An Moxue.

An Moxue spoke again: "I know about your illness. Although I can't cure it, I have medicine that can suppress its onset. As long as you do your best to serve me, I will distribute the medicine to each of you based on your performance, so that you will be spared the torment of the onset. Didn't you feel it just now?"

A small murmur broke out among the crowd below, but in the end, they all lowered their proud heads and tacitly approved of An Moxue's actions.