Mu Ange rushed over and said urgently, "Quick, that woman is here to see you. Go to bed and lie down. The blood and everything else are ready."

An Ning was pulled out of the secret passage by Mu Ange, and then ran back to her bedroom.

I had just lain down when the door was opened.

An Ning raised her head with difficulty and glanced at him: "Oh, it's you. Did the Prince give you a hard time?"

Doumiao walked over with red eyes and half-squatted beside Anning's bed: "No, Brother Ning, you don't need to suffer like this. I'm just a worthless life anyway."

An Ning tried to catch her breath, then looked at her with feigned weakness: "What do you mean by 'cheap'? You're not cheap, you're not cheap. I said you're not cheap, so you're not cheap. By the way, I don't have anything to do here. You should go back and rest. You must not have had a good night's sleep for so many days. Go on."

Anning really didn't want to deal with her; it was more tiring than digging a tunnel all day.

Doumiao kept shaking her head: "No, I'm here to take care of you. Just tell me if you need anything. You can't move right now, it must be very inconvenient for you."

An Ning rubbed her temples: "There's nothing I need you to serve me, I'm just a little tired."

Doumiao stood up, then sat sideways on the bed, reaching out to pull back Anning's blanket.

An Ning was startled. Wouldn't it expose the secret if she lifted it up?

"Hey, wait a minute, what are you doing?"

Doumiao looked at her, somewhat confused: "Isn't Brother Xiaoning tired? Let me massage your shoulders or something."

An Ning shook her head: "No need, no need. Oh right, since we're just killing time anyway, why don't you tell us about your family?"

Doumiao suddenly loosened her grip on the blanket, feeling uneasy because she hadn't finished making up the story she was going to tell today. Xiaoning wanted to hear it, so she had to make it up on the spot.

"OK."

Doumiao, feigning composure, began to tell a story.

Anning didn't really want to listen; she just didn't want her to touch her inappropriately. Also, listening to stories would help her fall asleep faster.

Sure enough, Anning fell asleep halfway through the story of the bean sprouts.

Doumiao's storytelling stopped abruptly, and then she tentatively called out "Brother Xiaoning." Seeing that she didn't respond, she stretched her body and quietly withdrew.

After returning to her room, Doumiao quickly wrote a letter.

Soon after, the people of Wushang Sect received this letter.

"Sect Master, what did Miao say?"

The sect leader stared at the incredibly long secret letter, his head practically about to explode: "Didn't they teach her how to write secret letters during training?"

"Sect Master, you instructed us that everything concerning Mu Ange should be as detailed as possible, which is why Miao is so meticulous about every little thing."

The sect leader sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation: "You must have died from stupidity, you know that?"

Midnight.

The secret passage was unusually lively.

Chen Xun led the charge, An Ning was in the middle, and Mu Ange brought up the rear.

"Is the sleeping potion ready?"

"Your Highness, everything is ready."

"Xiao Ning, is there anything wrong with those bean sprouts?"

Anning thought about it carefully: "She seemed normal enough, but the stories she told were so boring that I fell asleep in no time."

"Nothing unusual? She sent a three-page letter outside, but we have no idea who she sent it to."

An Ning was somewhat surprised: "Even Your Highness can't find out?"