Mu Wanqing grabbed Mo Qingcheng's hand and pleaded sweetly, "Mother, how about leaving this to Qing'er?"
Faced with the adorable little girl, Mo Qingcheng's eyelids twitched: "Alright, but Mother wants to remind you to be mindful of your actions and not to do anything immoral or unethical. Of course, you can be ruthless when dealing with enemies."
"Okay, Mom, thank you!" Mu Wanqing chuckled, her eyes darting around. "I'll go find my second sister; she's got a lot of tricks up her sleeve."
"..." Mo Qingcheng was about to speak when she realized that none of them were people she could afford to offend...
The ignored Shangguan Yichen and Mu Yunchuan exchanged a glance and gave each other a helpless, bitter smile.
For the first time ever, Mo Qingcheng didn't stay up all night, but instead went to bed early and fell asleep.
I've been busy drying rice these past few days, and I'm completely exhausted.
In the middle of the night, Mo Qingcheng suddenly opened her eyes, leaped into the air, and disappeared from the room in the blink of an eye.
"Madam, Magistrate Qi is seriously injured and in critical condition..." Bai said as she walked.
"What's going on?" Mo Qingcheng's cold eyes were filled with anger. "Is it the Bai family? The Shangguan family? Or the Mo family?"
"Madam, none of them are... they seem to be from the underworld..."
"Damn it!" Mo Qingcheng cursed, having long forgotten about her previous encounter with Liang.
wrong!
There's a mole in the county government!
"This subordinate does not know." Bai Yi's expression was solemn; Bao Bao was in a bad mood.
Fifteen minutes later, Mo Qingcheng stepped into the small wooden cabin in the woods, the hunters' temporary resting place.
A huge luminous pearl emitted a white light, which shone on Qi Yuanwei's pale face, making it look even more eerie.
The man lay on the ground, barely alive. The old butler wept bitterly, his hands trembling as he fed him the antidote one pill after another.
The two guards were seriously injured and unable to take care of themselves.
Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly: "Sir, please move aside."
The old butler, who had been in a daze, suddenly realized what was happening, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed repeatedly, crying, "Madam, save me!"
"Shut up!" Mo Qingcheng impatiently pulled out her needle case, walked over, and squatted down.
A white shadow flashed, and the old butler fell to the ground, unconscious.
The two guards struggled to their feet, and a cold voice drifted into their ears: "If you don't want to kill your master, behave yourself. Either turn around or pass out."
Mo Qingcheng was too lazy to waste words. Her cold gaze swept over them, and the two guards trembled and subconsciously turned their heads away.
The two exchanged a glance and gasped. Something seemed off, but they couldn't quite put their finger on it for a moment.
He didn't hurt his head... I don't understand!
Bai Yi's lips twitched. The lady's methods were simple, crude, and effective. Heh, I've learned another trick.
Mo Qingcheng tossed a medicine bottle at her: "Take it quickly."
"..." Bai Yi was slightly stunned, but quickly grabbed the medicine bottle and swallowed three pills in a row.
Mo Qingcheng sighed, "One pill per person."
Bai Yi: "..."
Why didn't you say so earlier? We've already finished eating...
The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth. Bai Yi glanced down at the medicine bottle in his hand, a faint, refreshing sensation seeping into his meridians, making him feel so comfortable he wanted to shout out loud.
Bai Yi poured out a pill, stuffed the medicine bottle into his robes, split the pill in two, and put it into the mouths of Qi Yuanwei's two bodyguards. He then disgustedly took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands.
The two bodyguards were in tears. Were they rejected?
Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched. She hadn't expected Bai Yi to have such a cunning side.
Bai kept his eyes fixed on the doorway of the wooden house, deeply grateful for the old man's wise decision...
Mo Qingcheng fed Qi Yuanwei an antidote pill, administered acupuncture to stop the bleeding, and bandaged his wound.
Three centimeters to the left of his chest, a broken sword with barbs was dripping with black blood.
Mo Qingcheng stared coldly, either her attack wasn't fierce enough, or her archery skills were too poor...
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