While Shang Changge was thinking about her uncle whom she had never met, Feng Xiyao was already describing the state of the three people who had been poisoned.

"Blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and his face and neck were covered with bluish-black lines."

It's even scarier than the zombies in storybooks! Isn't that terrifying?

"By the way, Princess, with your vast knowledge, have you ever heard of this kind of poison..."

Shang Changge and Feng Xiyao were talking, neither of them noticing Mi Chan's unusual behavior.

Mi Chan held a pipa in her arms. Her face, with its simple makeup, was as pale as paper, and her lips, lightly rouged, were tightly pressed together.

I don't know what happened, but I felt like I was about to collapse in the cold autumn wind.

Qingyao frowned, and just as Shang Changge and Feng Xiyao finished speaking, she stepped forward and said:

"Princess, Sister Mi Chan seems to be feeling unwell."

Shang Changge and Feng Xiyao both looked over and noticed Mi Chan's pale face and absent-minded appearance.

Shang Changge: "Mi Chan".

Shang Changge called out to someone, and only continued speaking after Mi Chan's eyes slowly focused and she looked over:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mi Chan's eyes stung, and she struggled to hold back the tears.

"Princess, I...I suddenly feel unwell. I think it's because I ate something bad at lunch..."

Mi Chan's voice, as if she was trying her best to control her emotions, was intermittent, and at the end she choked up and dared not continue.

Shang Changge has no habit of making things difficult for people, especially his own people:

"Then you should go back to your courtyard and rest. Someone, come here..."

Qingyao: "Princess, let me escort Sister Michan back."

Shang Changge was quite perceptive of people's emotional changes when necessary. She noticed Qingyao's anxiety beneath her feigned composure, and, remembering something, nodded.

"Go."

After Qingyao helped Michan leave, Shang Changge said apologetically to Feng Xiyao:

"I'm sorry, Sister Xiyao, Mi Chan is not feeling well and cannot play the pipa for you today. Another day..."

When the princess apologized to her, Feng Xiyao's pupils dilated in shock. After realizing what had happened, she frantically waved her hands.

"No, no, no, it's alright, it's alright. It's alright if I don't listen, it's alright..."

Feng Xiyao was genuinely terrified and panicked; their Qingyan's incomparably noble eldest princess was apologizing to her.

She felt like she was dreaming, and the dream was so absurd and terrifying. How could she possibly be worthy of it?

Even her father couldn't handle it, this is terrifying!

On the other side,

Not far from the garden, Qingyao picked up Michan and carried her in her arms without saying a word, walking steadily toward the courtyard where Michan lived.

Mi Chan was stunned for a moment, then could no longer hold back her grief and tears, wrapping her arms around Qing Yao's neck and burying her face in Qing Yao's chest.

Although she didn't cry out loud, tears kept falling uncontrollably, quickly soaking a small patch of Qingyao's clothes.

Behind the two,

The young maid who had followed with the pipa was completely bewildered. Looking at the two older sisters in the mansion, she felt that something was amiss.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong. Lost in thought, he couldn't keep up with Qingyao's swift movements.

She didn't have time to think about it anymore, so she hugged the pipa tightly and ran after him.

About half an hour later, Feng Xiyao left.

Shang Changge took a sip of tea before looking at Qingyao, whose face had been tense ever since she returned:

"What's wrong with Mi Chan?"

Qingyao never hid anything from her master, Shang Changge, and told him the truth:

"Sister Mi Chan just told me about her background..."

It turns out that Mi Chan was originally the young lady of a small martial arts sect, with loving parents and a younger brother.

Mi Chan's father was skilled in using poison, and her mother was skilled in playing various musical instruments.

After they got together, they combined poison techniques with music to create their own unique style.

Later, a sect was formed.

The sect was very small, and the disciples it took in were all homeless orphans.

They lived a peaceful and beautiful life in seclusion in the mountains, but one day that peace and beauty was shattered.

That day, two strangers came to the sect.

There was a man and a woman; the man was a young man and the woman was a young girl.

After arriving at the sect, the two directly asked for the sect's secret poison formula and the musical notes that complemented the poison formula and acted as a catalyst.

Yes, it's a toxic formula.

There is no such thing as a pipa melody that causes hallucinations; what causes hallucinations and nightmares is poison.

This poison was the culmination of Mi Chan's parents' hard work; how could they possibly give it to someone else for no reason?

Despite the young man's attempts to coerce and entice her, Mi Chan's parents still refused.

On that day,

The young man then took his leave and descended the mountain with the young girl. Mi Chan's parents thought the matter was over.

But that very evening, after dinner, everyone in the sect started feeling unwell.

He died with blood flowing from all seven orifices, and his face and neck were covered with bluish-black lines after death.

It just so happens that on that day, Mi Chan and her younger brother were locked in the study and not allowed to eat dinner because they had made a mistake, so they escaped this ordeal.

The siblings slept in the study all night, and when they woke up the next day, no one had opened the door.

The two climbed out of the window, thinking they would be scolded by their parents if they were discovered.

But after climbing out, what he saw was the tragic death of his parents, sect members, brothers and sisters.

The siblings wept bitterly, and it took them three days and three nights to finally lay their parents and fellow disciples to rest in peace.

Fearing the poisoner would return, the siblings decided to go down the mountain and hide for a while.

When they grow up a bit and become more skilled at using the techniques their parents taught them, they will seek revenge on the person who poisoned them.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Not long after, the siblings were separated on a rainy night and have not been able to reunite since.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Shang Changge tapped her fingertips rhythmically on the table, and after Qingyao finished speaking,

Mi Chan appeared at the palace gate, intending to enter, but was stopped by two guards with swords standing at the gate.

Shang Changge: "Let her in."

Mi Chan entered the palace smoothly. Her elegant makeup had been washed off, presumably because she had just cried so hard that her makeup was completely ruined.

Her face was still pale, but much better than before. She took a few steps to Shang Changge and knelt down before her, her voice hoarse:

"Princess, Mi Chan has a request."

At the same time, at the Third Prince's residence.

The Third Prince's residence was bustling with activity at this moment, because Shang Rui's three women had met, creating a scene resembling a large-scale battleground.

The courtyard was bathed in sunshine, with dappled shadows cast by the trees.

The tea leaves used for brewing the tea are quite valuable, and the aroma of the tea is truly delightful.

Yun Xiangrong poured the brewed tea into a celadon teacup, then personally presented it to Shang Rui, displaying an air of gentle grace.

"Cousin, have some tea."

Shang Rui took the tea, smelled its aroma, and exclaimed sincerely, "Xiang Rong's tea is getting better and better..."

Chu Yue lowered her eyes and endured it.

Ge Yunshu couldn't stand it, and after giving Chu Yue a disdainful look,

With a pout of her cherry lips, she leaned in and hugged Shang Rui's arm, acting innocently and playfully:

"My lord, what kind of tea is this? The color is so beautiful, and the smell is different too."

"They've never tasted such fine tea before. If they'd like to try it, could we?"

Instead of deciding for himself whether it was feasible, Shang Rui looked at Yun Xiangrong.

A handsome face, so beautiful it was hard to tell if someone was male or female, showed a troubled expression, and subtly passed the question to Yun Xiangrong:

"Xiangrong, look..."