Meanwhile, inside the Prince Ling's residence.

Su Zhirou was awakened from her deep sleep by a gust of cold wind. In her dazed state, she saw a person standing on the ground.

"you!"

Startled, Su Zhirou was wide awake and immediately retreated to the corner of the bed, clutching her blanket.

The man only asked one question: "Awake?"

"Who are you?"

The man turned on the light himself, and what came into view was a metal mask.

Su Zhirou didn't recognize him and asked again, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

“You bought poison from me, the poison of the sarmanthus, because you wanted to do something, but you failed.”

The man spoke at a steady pace, but his tone was extremely cold.

"It's you! You're the medicine seller? But how did you get in? What do you want with me?"

Su Zhirou subconsciously felt that this person was very powerful, and if she was not careful, she was afraid that he would kill her without her knowing.

“None of that matters. What matters is that you made a stupid mistake in this matter, and I came here specifically to remind you.”

I don't understand what you're talking about.

"If you don't clean up the tools after use, and someone finds out, you'll be the one in trouble."

Having said all that, even if Su Zhirou was slow on the uptake, she would understand what it meant.

"Silver beads..."

"To nip the problem in the bud, you must eliminate the root cause. You're just sending her away. Do you think Lu Ziyuan won't be able to find her?"

"You mean, it's already been found?"

"That's about it."

Su Zhirou was startled, and her heart began to pound.

"If we get found... no! Absolutely not!"

She glared at the masked man: "Did you come all this way just to tell me this?"

"If you'd like, I can help you with this."

The person in front of her seemed to want to help her, and Su Zhirou desperately wanted to grasp this lifeline, but she was still puzzled: "Of course I hope you can help me, but why do you want to help me?"

"Ha! Why? Maybe she's afraid she'll betray us."

The man's smile was mysterious.

Su Zhirou's mood calmed down a lot. Yes, those of them who do shady deals definitely have to be very careful.

"I hope you can help me."

Su Zhirou said seriously.

"Just name your price."

The man smiled and shook his head: "No need. I think we'll have opportunities to cooperate in the future. Helping you this time is also helping myself."

"good."

Su Zhirou clenched her fists. She had no way out. More partners meant more security.

The man blew out the lamp, and by the time Su Zhirou's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he was gone.

He is indeed a highly skilled martial artist.

...

The next morning, the glaring sunlight shone on her face, and Zhong Muyu woke up groggily.

Tired, with a sore back and aching waist.

Zhong Muyu rubbed her eyes. Lu Ziyuan's arm was still draped over her. She tried to push him away, but she couldn't.

With a warm breath on his neck, Lu Ziyuan said in a low voice, "Let's stay here a little longer."

Zhong Muyu stopped struggling: "You...you're awake?"

"Hmm, but I don't want to get up right now."

"But there are still many things to do at the Prince's residence."

"Then let's wait a little longer, just a little while."

Lu Ziyuan's coquettish tone was quite novel, and Zhong Muyu laughed, "I didn't expect that His Highness Prince Ling is also a person who likes to sleep in."

"It's okay occasionally, we've all been too tired lately."

Lu Ziyuan smiled; this was the happiest time of his life.

After having a meal and enjoying a short, happy time there, the two rode their horses back to the palace.

Zhong Muyu's medicine is very effective. After only one day, Qiao'er and the others' symptoms have been greatly relieved. In her spare time, Zaochun will also come to take care of them.

Zhong Muyu examined their faces and arms: "The effect is better than I expected. They should be fine in a few days."

"It would be wonderful if it could really be restored to its original state."

After Qiao'er finished speaking, the others agreed. They seemed relaxed, but there was still an unyielding sadness in their eyes.

Although they knew the poison could be removed, the wound was so severe that scarring was inevitable.

Who would like a woman covered in scars?

Zhong Muyu gently patted Qiao'er's shoulder: "Don't be pessimistic yet. Let's clear the poison first. If there are any difficulties after that, we'll do our best to overcome them."

"Your Highness is right. You've gone to such lengths to help us, how can we be discouraged?"

Qiao'er's confidence was rekindled. So what if she couldn't get married in the future? Staying by the Princess's side seemed like a good thing.

While Zhong Muyu was doing her best to treat the maids, Lu Ziyuan was also making progress in tracking down Yin Chuan'er.

Upon receiving the news, Zhong Muyu rushed to the front hall, where she saw Lu Ziyuan discussing matters with the guards of the mansion, and a corpse covered on the ground outside.

"Lu Ziyuan, I've heard there's news?"

Lu Ziyuan nodded: "We found the silver string, but unfortunately we were a step too late."

Zhong Muyu looked at the corpse covered with a cloth again. She wanted to lift it up to take a look, but Zhiyu stopped her: "Your Highness, she looks terrible. You'd better not look."

Zhong Muyu thought for a moment, then withdrew her hand.

"Has the cause of death been determined?"

"It was just about to be sent to the coroner for examination. Judging from the appearance, he died from a broken neck."

They killed him to silence him, leaving no one to testify, so nothing can be found out now.

This also made Zhong Muyu doubt whether Su Zhirou was really behind it. According to her observations, Su Zhirou had been claiming illness for the past few days, staying obediently in her Tingzhi Courtyard, never leaving the premises. Where would she have found poison? And where would she have arranged for someone to kill her and cover it up?

Zhong Muyu scratched her head, unable to think of anything.

Regardless, she still couldn't shake off her suspicions about Su Zhirou.

Yin Chuan'er's body was taken away, and the matter could only come to an end. Su Zhirou breathed a sigh of relief, but Zhong Muyu's counterattack had only just begun.

Over the past few days, she cleared out a space in the Prince's Mansion, set up a large generator, and everyone cheered the moment the lights came on.

Zhong Muyu wiped her sweat, looked at Lu Ziyuan below the platform, and jumped down without thinking.

"Lu Ziyuan! Catch me!"

Lu Ziyuan reached out and caught her, then spun her around on the ground in his arms.

This wasn't the first time they'd interacted like this, and Zhong Muyu thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

Zhong Muyu tilted her head back, as if seeking praise: "How did I do?"

"It's excellent, it's always been excellent. But it would be great if this could be promoted nationwide."

“That’s not easy, but I’ll allow people to study this. If you know of any talented people, you can bring them to the palace, and they can study these things as they see fit.”

Lu Ziyuan laughed and said, "What do you think this Prince's mansion is? You think you can bring outsiders in? Dream on."

Zhong Muyu shrugged: "Well, there's nothing I can do about that then!"

For Zhong Muyu, now is not the time to promote electricity. It's not too late to talk about it when things are truly stable.