Jiang Songyi took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
She recalled hiding in the abandoned wine cellar in her previous life, feeling helpless and hopeless. But this time, she could no longer hide.
Jiang Songyi straightened her back slightly, her eyes gleaming with determination. She began to search for the abandoned wine cellar where she had escaped a disaster in her previous life.
As she wandered through the ghost market, people's gazes seemed to be avoiding her, intentionally or unintentionally. Her heartbeat grew faster and faster, and she could feel her palms sweating. Finally, she saw the familiar wine cellar.
The wine cellar was located in a dark corner. Jiang Songyi relied on his memory to find the dilapidated wooden door.
The door was ajar, and it was pitch black inside, as if it would swallow everything at any time.
Jiang Songyi hesitated for a moment, but soon, she resolutely pushed open the door of the wine cellar.
The air in the wine cellar was damp and stuffy, filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
Jiang Songyi walked in cautiously, his heart pounding and his breathing rapid.
Looking around, the wine cellar was empty. She found a corner and sat down quietly, her body pressed tightly against the cold wall, her heart growing calmer.
She closed her eyes and tried to relax.
Moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds onto this eerie place, casting a hazy shadow. Memories of her past life involuntarily surfaced in her mind, and those details about the Shengfeng Order lingered like a nightmare.
She remembered the corpse she found in the wine cellar in her previous life. The androgynous beauty seemed to be right in front of her.
Jiang Songyi finally stood up and lit a tinder. The dim flames illuminated her nervous expression. She cautiously groped her way along the wall, recalling the scenes of her past life.
Suddenly, her eyes fell on a corner where a corpse lay, its chest covered in blood, making it look particularly horrifying.
Jiang Songyi couldn't help but gasp, but still bravely approached the corpse.
In the dim light of the tinder, Jiang Songyi clearly saw the corpse's face. It was so beautiful that it was difficult to tell whether it was male or female, as if it embodied all the beauty in the world.
She remembered the Sheng Feng Ling she had seen on this corpse in her previous life, and her heart was filled with a palpitation.
Jiang Songyi sighed, then bowed upright to the motionless body to show his silent condolences.
She raised her head, her eyes as cold as ice, staring at the corpse, as if weighing something.
Suddenly, the cold hand grabbed her wrist as if it had been electrocuted. Jiang Songyi's body stiffened instantly, her expression changing slightly. She looked down at the corpse, only to see that the pair of eyes that had been lifeless before now gleamed with a determined light.
"Save me..." The weak voice of the corpse floated into Jiang Songyi's ears like a gossamer.
Jiang Songyi was stunned. She looked at the corpse with a flash of surprise. She didn't expect that this dying person still had the energy to say such words.
"Who are you? Why do you want me to save you?" Jiang Songyi asked coldly, without any emotion in her voice.
The corpse gasped for air, his eyes filled with anticipation: "I am... the head of the Western Factory. I am poisoned, and only you... can save me."
Gu Zheyuan, the head of the West Factory?
Jiang Songyi frowned and looked at the corpse with a hint of doubt in her eyes.
"Do you think I will save you just because of your special identity?" Jiang Songyi sneered. She pulled out her hand that was grabbed by the corpse and looked at him coldly.
The corpse shook his head, his eyes filled with determination: "I know I'm just a dying man, my identity is not important. But, I have something you need."
Jiang Songyi's eyes lit up. She looked at the corpse, a trace of greed flashing in her eyes: "Are you talking about the black gold token?"
The corpse nodded, his eyes full of fatigue, but still firm. Yes, as long as you save me, I will give you the token. "
Jiang Songyi looked at the corpse, her eyes flashing with contradiction.
The token is very important to her, but saving this person may also bring her trouble.
Jiang Songyi looked at the strange man in front of her, swallowed her saliva, and mustered up the courage to ask, "Are you really Gu Zheyuan, the head of the West Factory?"
Gu Zheyuan smiled, raised his signature orchid finger, and said in a feminine voice, "Yes, it's our family."
Jiang Songyi couldn't help but frown, thinking to himself, "The head of the Western Factory is a tough guy to mess with. But since he's been poisoned, I can't just stand by and watch him die."
So, she gritted her teeth and said resolutely: "Okay, I will save you. But you must remember that the West Factory owes me this favor."
A hint of admiration flashed in Gu Zheyuan's eyes. He nodded and said firmly, "Don't worry. As long as I'm alive, I will make the West Factory owe you a favor."
Jiang Songyi took a deep breath, pointed at the Shengfeng Token on his waist, and asked, "Can you really give me your token?"
Gu Zheyuan smiled lightly, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes: "As long as you can save me, I, Gu Zheyuan, will never break my promise."
Jiang Songyi pondered for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement: "Okay, I'll save you. But you have to promise me that after saving you, you must fulfill your promise."
Gu Zheyuan nodded slightly and said with difficulty, "It's a deal."
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll go buy you some medicine now."
The surprise deep in Jiang Songyi's heart could not subside for a long time.
This was beyond her expectation. The corpse she encountered in her previous life was actually Gu Zheyuan.
The emperor of the Western Jin Dynasty skillfully used the two major forces, the Western Factory and the Embroidered Uniform Guard, to confront each other and achieve a balance of power.
In her previous life, she had learned from the Fourth Prince that after the mysterious disappearance of Gu Zheyuan, the head of the Western Factory, the Imperial Guard had become the most powerful force.
Coincidentally, there seems to be some kind of unspeakable connection between the newly appointed Jinyiwei commander and Jiang Yuyao. He repeatedly protects her and is willing to be a sword in her hand.
In this life, if she can save Gu Zheyuan from danger, can Jiang Yuyao still rely on the Jinyiwei to act tyrannically?
Without the Shengfeng Order she bestowed, could the situation in the court still develop smoothly according to the Fourth Prince's plan?
Hey, then let’s just ride the donkey and watch the opera - let’s wait and see!
Jiang Songyi walked around the ghost market and finally found a large pharmacy.
She clutched the Shengfeng token tightly and walked in confidently. The shop was brightly lit, fragrant with aromas, and a variety of medicinal herbs were piled high, a dazzling array of goods.
Jiang Songyi looked around and saw a white-haired shopkeeper checking the accounts and a young medicine boy boiling medicinal herbs.
The owner of the medicine shop looked up and saw Jiang Songyi. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He politely asked, "Miss, are you here to buy medicine? What herbs do you need?"
Jiang Songyi smiled slightly, took out the Shengfeng token, and handed it to the shopkeeper: "I need herbs for detoxification. Can this token be used universally?"
The shopkeeper took the token, looked at it carefully, and a look of awe appeared on his face.
He carefully placed the token back into Jiang Songyi's hand and said respectfully, "So this is the Shengfeng Token. This is a VIP-level token, so it's universally accepted in our pharmacy. May I ask what herbs you need, young lady? I'll prepare them for you immediately."
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