Chapter 130 Burned?

The town the woman was talking about was the one from which they had first heard the news.

"Later, the girl took pity on us widows and orphans and taught us to dig herbs to sell, which helped us get through. She was afraid we wouldn't be able to find her, so she always accompanied us up the mountain, coming back down after three or four days." The woman continued, "The girl's health has always been poor. She's been vomiting blood intermittently since I picked her up. Three days ago, we went up the mountain again, and halfway there, she suddenly vomited blood, and this time the bleeding wouldn't stop. I took her to a traveling doctor in the mountains, but he said she was poisoned and injured, and her blood was flowing backwards, so she couldn't be saved."

"Three days ago?" Xihe lowered his eyes and counted the days carefully. "Isn't that the day before we set out?"

Xiao Mingxuan pursed his lips and said nothing.

A sweet and fishy taste welled up in her throat, but Xihe suppressed it firmly. "So, if we had been here a day earlier, maybe Auntie wouldn't have died."

Just a little bit.

If she had discovered the existence of Qianji Powder earlier, she could have found her aunt earlier.

But... it was one day late.

After a while, a thought flashed through Xihe's mind, "No, the effect of Qianji Powder will take at least a year, the timing is wrong."

The effect of Qianji Powder is to torture people, but the poisoned person will not die within the prescribed time limit.

The poison in Zhao Wanyu shouldn't change so quickly.

"That's what the itinerant doctor said, too. He also said there seemed to be another poison in the girl's body, and it was this unknown poison that triggered something in the girl's body." The woman recalled the itinerant doctor's words, repeating them word for word. "And the itinerant doctor said it was because of this unknown poison that the girl had a problem with her head and forgot everything."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Mingxuan suddenly froze. He suddenly looked up at the distraught Nangong Yan, and a suspicion surged in his heart.

"An unknown poison?" Xihe recalled that at the end of this year, Zhao Wanyu returned to Beijing to report on his work, and she even took her aunt's pulse. "Impossible, at the beginning of this year, my aunt was clearly fine. Unless..."

Xihe calculated the time briefly and looked at Nangong Yan with suspicion, "Did you give Auntie something to eat?"

Nangong Yan's expression was dull, and his every move was like that of a puppet. Every slight movement carried the sound of decaying dead wood. When he spoke, everyone was startled. "Before that, answer me a question first."

"Do you want to ask about Qianji Powder?" Xihe almost subconsciously knew what the other party wanted to ask.

Nangong Yan took two steps, but found that each step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. "Yes, the Thousand Machine Powder was clearly dissolved on me, so why did Ah Wan get hit by it?"

A bitter smile crossed Xihe's lips. "Palace Master Lihua, the center of the intelligence network, doesn't he know that Qianji Powder... has no solution?"

It's so ironic that the owner of the largest intelligence network happened to miss the information that could save Zhao Wanyu's life.

"No solution?" Nangong Yan seemed to have lost his senses. He said blankly, "How is that possible? I took the pill and I survived."

Xihe suddenly laughed softly, tears streaming down her cheeks, landing on the back of the hand of the person behind her. "The pill you mentioned was given to my aunt by me at the end of the year to help her detoxify it. But Qianji Powder is the worst of all poisons, and the medicine I gave her can't cure it at all!"

As if the excitement wasn't enough, Xihe said word by word, "There's no antidote to Qianji Powder, but it can be transferred. It was my aunt who transferred the poison to herself, saving your life!"

Qianji means cleverness.

There is no solution, only transfer.

Nangong Yan's body swayed slightly, and he took two steps back, unable to hold on. "There is no antidote. How is this possible? That's not what Ah Wan told me."

"What on earth did you feed my aunt? It catalyzed the Thousand Machine Powder in her body and caused her to die here!" Xihe felt as if her heart was broken into several pieces, shattered all over the floor, and could never be picked up again.

Nangong Yan looked crazy, his sanity was on the verge of collapse, he was only one step away from madness, and he couldn't utter a word.

Xiao Mingxuan was silent for a while, then said, "It's the secret medicine of Lihua Palace, Beiyuan."

The name sounds nice, but the medicine is very overbearing. Those who take it will forget their name, identity, and past. Everything will disappear into thin air, just like the mandarin ducks in the north, which only recognize their own ducks.

"Bei Yuan." Xihe knew about this thing. Medicine and poison were from the same family, and they had talked about it before. She suddenly laughed miserably, "To save you, my aunt was infected with Qianji Powder, but I could cure her as long as she returned to the capital. But before she came back, you fed her Bei Yuan. The two neutralized each other and completely killed her."

"I didn't know! I really... didn't know she was poisoned by Qianji Powder. I really... didn't know." Nangong Yan finally couldn't help crying out loud, tears streaming down her face. "If I had known, I wouldn't have given her Beiyuan."

It's too late.

Xihe suddenly looked up at the azure sky. She wondered if that madman was watching her from some corner. She wanted to ask, "Is the way of heaven so unpredictable?"

As fate would have it, Qianji Powder and Beiyuan were superimposed on Zhao Wanyu, taking away her life.

Just one step away.

Just one step and Xihe can rescue Zhao Wanyu.

"Where's the body?" Zhao Jinyuan asked, "Aunt is gone. Where did you take her body?"

The woman's eyes evaded, and after several threats, she finally revealed the truth, "The itinerant doctor said that the girl had too much poison in her body and it could be contagious to others, so... burn it all."

"What did you say?" Zhao Jinyuan had been taught by Consort Chen and Consort Xian not to use violence against women, but the rage he felt today made him want to kill the person in front of him. "Burn her?"

The woman was trembling, and it was the crying of the child that calmed Zhao Jinyuan down and he let go of the hand that was holding the woman's collar.

"Where was it cremated? Where are the ashes?" Zhao Jinyuan felt like the sky was falling.

The person could not be rescued and the intact body could not be preserved.

"I don't know. The itinerant doctor said he was going to Baili Town, so he took her there and burned her." The woman calculated the time and said, "He took her away around the afternoon of the day before yesterday. She must have burned her body that day."

“The day before yesterday?” Nangong Yan muttered, “That night, the fire…”

Xihe was confused, "What?"

Zhao Jinyuan was the first to react. Xin Chang couldn't help but fall backwards. "That fire didn't burn the wheat straw, but my aunt?"

The fire that passed by them burned Zhao Wanyu's body.

Nangong Yan suddenly became like a madman, running towards a certain direction regardless of everything, bumping into many people on the way, causing them to curse at him.

He seemed to hear nothing, and the fire kept repeating in his mind like a kaleidoscope.

When I arrived, I saw a group of people picking up a pile of ashes.

"Get out of here!" Nangong Yan kicked those people away and searched everywhere.

His expression was so terrifying that the person who was hit wanted to fight back, but was frightened back by the other person's expression.

"Where did this madman come from? Why is he arguing with a pile of ashes?"