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When feeding Qingpu the medicine, Jian Qinyuan casually asked her where she found the medicine. Yiwu just answered perfunctorily and was unwilling to say more.
She didn't mind paying anything to save Qingpu, but she still felt empty in her heart after losing Yunyin.
The matter had been resolved, and Jian Qinyuan was busy with mundane affairs, so it was inconvenient for him to stay any longer and he quickly left Jiyu Palace.
Before the deadline, the life-extending pill successfully brought Qingpu back from the brink of death. In just half an hour, his pulse had gradually stabilized.
Yiwu's tense nerves finally relaxed, but she still felt sleepy and fell asleep on the edge of the bed due to exhaustion.
I don't know how long it was before someone knocked on the door.
"Saint, Saint?"
"Since you have been late in reporting to the Winged Demon Palace, Young Master has asked me to come and see if you need any help."
"Saint? Are you there, Saint?"
Yi Wu frowned and opened her eyes. Suddenly, she felt her arms go numb from being pressed down. She moved slowly and said in a low voice, "Come in."
The door creaked open, and Jiufang Mingyuan's trusted attendant, Fu Ke, stood at the doorway. He didn't enter the room, but simply repeated the reason for his visit loudly and clearly.
It seems that Yiwu slept too long, Jiufang Mingyuan thought she had forgotten what she promised, so he sent someone to remind her.
"I understand. I'll change my clothes and go." Yi Wu stood up by the edge of the bed, her legs feeling a little weak.
She raised her hand and rubbed her solar plexus to wake herself up.
Fu Ke didn't urge her, but only added: "Young Master said that the Winged Demon Palace has prepared a room for the Saint, please move in directly with Miss Qingpu."
"Move there?"
Yi Wu hadn't expected this, but if she was the head female official, it would indeed be more convenient for her to live closer. She had already promised Jiufang Mingyuan, and she couldn't go back on her word.
Yi Wu completely recovered and walked out of the house, "I understand."
The Jiyu Palace was some distance away from the Yimo Palace. Yi Wu changed her clothes, packed some things, and followed Fu Ke there.
Fu Ke brought others to help, and Qing Pu was carefully carried. He led Yi Wu all the way into the Winged Demon Palace and then to the side hall next to Jiufang Mingyuan's bedroom before leaving.
Yi Wu's room was right next to Jiufang Mingyuan's, making it convenient for him to dispatch her at any time.
The room was ten feet long and wide, divided into two parts by a curtain. It was fully stocked with all the necessary items, and a maid was making the bed.
"Meet the Saint."
Hearing the noise, Ziying immediately turned around and saluted Yiwu respectfully, "I am your servant Ziying, arranged by the Young Master to serve you. Please feel free to tell me if you need anything."
Seeing that she was holding someone, Ziying quickly lifted the quilt and asked Yiwu to put the person on the bed.
After settling Qingpu down, Yiwu finally had time to carefully examine Ziying. Seeing her face was unfamiliar, she asked, "Why haven't I seen you before?"
Ziying's appearance is not outstanding, and she would be inconspicuous in a crowd, but she has fair skin, is down-to-earth, and is pleasing to the eye.
She lowered her head slightly and answered truthfully, "Ziying used to help take care of patients under the Demon Doctor and didn't often show up in public. It's only natural that the Saint didn't recognize me."
Yi Wu nodded. If she wanted to stay with Jiufang Mingyuan, someone would naturally have to take care of Qingpu.
She understood and only said one thing seriously, "Since you know how to take care of patients, I'll leave Qingpu in your care."
After the other party agreed, Yi Wu finally felt at ease to go look for Jiufang Mingyuan.
Since he was the one who arranged this person, he should be trustworthy. Otherwise, if something goes wrong, wouldn't it be a waste of his life-extending pill?
Following the same route she came, Yiwu passed through a long corridor, walked around the rockery, passed by the lake, and approached the main hall step by step.
The crescent moon was reflected on the lake, casting a faint glow. Birds flew swiftly overhead, creating ripples on the water.
The patrolling guards are divided into groups of five, holding spears and patrolling the Winged Demon Palace to ensure the safety of their master.
Yi Wu walked slowly and just as she turned the corner and was about to go to the main hall, she heard the guards at the palace gate arguing with someone and stopped.
"Get out of the way! Do you know who I am? How dare you not let me in?"
"I am the Madam Young Master, the future mistress of the Winged Demon Palace, chosen by the Demon Lord. How dare you stop me?"
Weng Xilai was holding a tray with several plates of exquisite snacks on it, and was angrily scolding the guards guarding the gate of the Winged Demon Palace.
Unfortunately, no matter what she cursed, the guards dared not let her in, and kept humbly persuading her, "Miss, please don't make things difficult for us, these are all orders from the young master."
Originally, the Young Master, sympathetic to the fact that they had just experienced a bloody battle and needed to recuperate, had granted all the demon soldiers and guards a temporary break, exempting them from their shifts. However, after Weng Xilai's disturbance last night, Fu Ke immediately recalled the Winged Demon Hall guards, forbidding anyone from entering without permission.
Everyone was angry but dared not speak out, but because of her special status, they did not dare to offend her easily.
Weng Xilai ignored the situation and insisted on forcing his way in. "I don't care, you must let me in, otherwise I will report you to the high priest and kill you."
The guards had been blocking the door with their guns. She was about to hit the sharp blades by forcing her way in, and they were so frightened that they quickly retracted their guns, just in time to open the palace gate, which was what Weng Xilai wanted.
She snorted smugly, strode in with the tray, and went to look for Jiufang Mingyuan.
Yi Wu originally disdained to take care of such trivial matters, but now she is the head female official of the Winged Demon Palace and she has to do her job.
She stepped forward to block the entrance to the hall, pulled out a dagger from her sleeve, and swung it away with a "swish", pointing the long sword at Weng Xilai. "Stop, go back to where you came from, or you'll lose your life."
Yi Wu raised her chin towards the outside, signaling the other party to leave on their own initiative and not force her to take action.
Those guards were afraid of Weng Xilai, but she was not.
Seeing Yiwu, Weng Xilai's smug smile instantly faded. He walked straight up to her and demanded in a domineering manner, "Why are you here? What are you doing here?"
She had only been away from Cloud Peak for a day, and had gone out of her way to find some delicious snacks, intending to apologize to the Young Master. When she came back, she heard that the Winged Demon Palace had, for the first time in history, chosen a maid to serve them.
Weng Xilai would never agree to such a thing happening to another woman; if that person was Yiwu, he would not allow it even more.
Yi Wu didn't put away his sword as she approached him. The tip of the sword was always pointed at her neck. He replied lightly, "It has nothing to do with you."
This arrogant attitude successfully angered Weng Xilai. She took a step forward, took the initiative to put her sword on the sword, and ordered Yi Wu: "Get out of the way."
One was determined to go in, the other refused to give in. The two of them were at loggerheads, attracting everyone's attention.
The guards who chased after him at the palace gate wanted to persuade him but didn't dare to. They were really afraid that Yi Wu would kill Weng Xilai on the spot with a single sword, which would be troublesome.
Jiufang Mingyuan was handling government affairs in the hall. He heard some noise and looked outside.
After a brief standoff, Weng Xilai, believing Yi Wu wouldn't dare hurt her, turned and was about to enter the hall. Unexpectedly, she felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck the next second, startling her so much that she froze in her tracks.
His hand went limp and the tray fell to the ground with a clang, with the plates and exquisite snacks rolling everywhere.
The sword was in front of her again. Yi Wu had lost her patience and warned coldly: "Try taking another step forward."
Yiwu's sword was extremely sharp, but the sword energy caused a half-finger-long bloody wound to appear on the side of Weng Xilai's neck, and a small amount of blood flowed from the delicate skin.
The stinging pain clearly reminded the owner that the other party would never show mercy to her, and it was not just talk.
Weng Xilai's eyes widened in shock, and he unconsciously took a step back. He couldn't believe it. "You dare to hurt me? Do you know who I am?"
"I don't care who you are." Yi Wu held the sword all the time, not shaken by the other party's words or actions. She just wanted to drive the man out as soon as possible.
The guards were afraid that someone might die, so they ran to her side, covered their mouths and spoke in a low voice.
"Saint, please show some mercy. Miss Weng is the Demon Lord's adopted daughter after all, and the Demon Lord even said that he wants the Young Lord to marry her as his wife."
"If anything goes wrong, we won't be able to explain ourselves."
Yi Wu remained unmoved. She simply glanced at the two of them and asked calmly, "Who's in charge of the demon clan now?"
"Of course it's Young Master..."
The guards didn't dare to say anything more. They had just seen with their own eyes Fu Ke respectfully invite Yi Wu in. It must have been the young master's intention.
Besides, the young master was watching in the hall and didn't react at all.
Weng Xilai had been practicing in the human world before. He had only heard of Yi Wu from others. He knew that she was highly skilled and ruthless, but he had never met her directly. Today, he finally realized that she was not someone to be trifled with.
She no longer confronted Yi Wu head-on. She lifted her skirt and knelt on the ground. From a distance of about ten meters, she looked pitifully at Jiufang Mingyuan who was sitting on the high seat in the hall.
"Young Master, what have I done wrong? Are you really unwilling to even see me?"
"If you need someone to serve you, I am always ready. Why would you rather trust a lowly person of unknown origin than summon me?"
As he spoke, tears rolled down Weng Xilai's eyes, drop by drop, as if he had suffered great injustice. He choked and asked, "Have you forgotten that I grew up with you?"
"Everyone in the demon clan knows that I want to marry you, but why do you keep rejecting me from thousands of miles away?"
"How can I cope with you like this?"
They turned out to be childhood sweethearts. Yiwu turned around in surprise and glanced at Jiufang Mingyuan.
She slowly sheathed her sword and stood aside, unwilling to interfere in other people's emotional affairs. Later, she realized that being the head female official wasn't so easy, and Jiufang Mingyuan was deliberately using her as a shield.
Seeing Yiwu step aside, Weng Xilai thought she was finally scared and secretly cast a disdainful look at her. He had already decided that once she succeeded in becoming the Young Master's wife, he would immediately expel Yiwu from the demon clan.
Jiufang Mingyuan raised his eyebrows, not expecting Yiwu to react like this.
He stood up and walked out of the hall slowly, his tone as cold as usual, "First, I hate sweets, I hate noise, and I hate affectation."
"Second, you were the one who always pestered me when I was young."
"Third, the marriage was just a joke from my uncle, and I have never acknowledged it."
Every word was clear and distinct, piercing Weng Xilai's heart like a poisonous needle. She forgot even to cry and just stood there in a daze.
After the last sentence fell, Jiufang Mingyuan walked up behind Yiwu and stared at the back of her head. "Is this how you become a head lady-in-waiting?"
Yi Wu turned her head, her gaze shifting between Jiufang Mingyuan and Weng Xilai, not understanding what he wanted to achieve in order to be satisfied.
"Young Master, what you mean is..." She took out the dagger again, threw it away, pointed it at Weng Xilai, and asked tentatively: "Kill him?"
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