The saint has risen.

She had just given Cheng Qingxue an acupuncture injection to remove the remaining poison in her body when she turned around and heard someone come to report that the emperor had summoned her.

The King of Southern Xinjiang has summoned her quite often recently.

The saint pondered for a moment and got into the carriage.

This time she did not bring Lu Changshi with her, but left him to look after Cheng Qingxue.

I thought this was the King of Southern Xinjiang's own business, but when I got there I found out that something happened to the third prince.

The situation of the third prince is very bad.

Half of his hair was burned, so he had no choice but to shave the remaining half.

A prince of a country became bald, and he was too embarrassed to go out and see people for a long time.

We can't underestimate people. The key point is... he was injured, but the injury was not in the right place.

The imperial doctors examined the case but were helpless.

Yin Xiaodie and Cheng Qingyao are both saints, but Yin Xiaodie is too young and this is inconvenient, so the King of Southern Xinjiang only summoned Cheng Qingyao.

The saintly maiden heard the third prince's terrified cry from a distance. Several imperial doctors were unable to hold him down, so the saintly maiden entered the room and pressed a sleeping point on the third prince.

The third prince fell asleep.

The imperial doctors wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads awkwardly.

The King of Southern Xinjiang waved his hand and asked them to leave.

"Let Huier take a look." said the King of Southern Xinjiang.

The saint lifted the quilt and undressed the third prince.

He had several scratches on his body, but they were not serious.

There were many bruises on his thighs, as if he had been hit hard by something, even at the base of his legs. If they were an inch or half an inch closer, he would have become a cripple.

The Third Prince's injury was apparently more serious than it seemed, otherwise he would not have called her into the palace so early in the morning.

The King of Southern Xinjiang hesitated and said, "Hui'er... was frightened."

Wei Xu was rescuing people that night. He was measured in his actions and definitely did not want to let the third prince lose everything.

But the Third Prince was so scared that he became ill after seeing a master stepping on his crotch repeatedly.

This is the most difficult to treat because there is no medicine for the disease.

The King of Southern Xinjiang had only this one legitimate son. Naturally, he would not agree to this when he thought that his legitimate son would no longer be able to be treated as a human being.

The Saint Lady folded the Third Prince's clothes and covered him with the quilt: "I'll prescribe a prescription to try."

The King of Southern Xinjiang looked at her solemnly: "Do you know who set fire to the palace that night?"

The Saint said, “I don’t know.”

The King of Southern Xinjiang threw a portrait on the bedside table in front of her.

The King of Southern Frontier said: "Someone saw a strange commander outside the six ministries, and the guards and palace people thought he was a new transfer."

The saint picked it up and unfolded the portrait.

The picture above shows a man in armor, but the armor is ill-fitting and obviously too small.

He had sharp eyes, a strong aura, and his face was covered in black ash, but his posture and angular features were enough for anyone familiar with him to recognize him as Wei Xu.

The saint's expression changed slightly.

The King of Southern Xinjiang looked at her and said, "Is Wei Xu really a puppet? His actions are really not like those of a puppet."

Puppets have no consciousness of their own and only obey the orders of their masters.

If Wei Xu is not a puppet, then the Saint has been deceiving the King of Southern Xinjiang in the past few years.

And if Wei Xu was a puppet, as his only master, the Saint would be extremely suspicious.

First, they abducted the princess of Da Zhou, then they burned the palace and murdered the three princes. Each and every one of them was detrimental to the King of Southern Xinjiang.

The King of Southern Xinjiang’s sharp gaze fell on the Saint’s beautiful face.

The saint looked straight ahead and said frankly, "I don't know about this."

The King of Southern Xinjiang snorted, "I remember that the puppets you made have never made any mistakes."

The Saint opened her mouth and said, "Wei Xu is an exception. His will is too strong, and the medicine has limited effect on him."

The King of Southern Xinjiang said calmly, "You said last time that he wouldn't last long without the medicine and would definitely come back to find you."

When this was mentioned, the saint was also puzzled.

Logically speaking, no matter how strong Wei Xu's will was, he had been taking the medicine for five years after all, and it was impossible for him to quit suddenly.

What exactly blocked Wei Xu's drug response? Did he just bear it? But what about his sanity?

Wei Xu's current situation was beyond even her comprehension.

She wants to say that she is innocent and appear incompetent.

She wanted to tell him everything she knew, to make it seem like she had ulterior motives.

Anyway, it's all wrong.

The saint clenched her fingers.

The Holy Maiden Palace is her greatest reliance and the source of her power.

If she leaves the Holy Maiden Palace, she will lose her most important bargaining chip.

In fact, if the Saint were in the King of Southern Xinjiang’s shoes, she would also think herself to be very suspicious.

This is the most regrettable thing.

It was obvious that she and the King of Southern Xinjiang had both suffered losses in secret, but they couldn't even find a trace of Wei Xu.

What is going on?

After returning to the Holy Mountain, Envoy Lu brought a bowl of porridge to the Saint: "You didn't eat anything this morning, at least this will fill your stomach."

The Saint waved her hands: "I can't eat it."

Envoy Lu asked, "Has His Majesty troubled you again?"

The saint didn't speak.

The King of Southern Xinjiang only gave her ten days. If she failed to hand over Wei Xu after ten days, she would be abandoned by the King of Southern Xinjiang.

She thought about the man in the abandoned mine.

She looked at Lu Changshi: "How is your father these days?"

Envoy Lu said, "He was injured a while ago, but he should be fine now. Does the Saint have any instructions?"

The Saint asked, "You haven't visited your grandfather for a while, right?"

Lu Changshi’s maternal grandfather is not in the royal capital. The grandfather mentioned by the saint is Xue, the head of the mine.

The eldest daughter of Master Xue was a widower, and her father was also a widower. The saint girl acted as a matchmaker and helped her father marry the eldest daughter of Master Xue.

Since she called Miss Xue "Mother", naturally she had to call Master Xue "Grandpa".

She replied, "Yes, it has been three months since the last time he celebrated his birthday."

The saintly lady solemnly instructed her: "Go to the mine to see your father, and also visit your grandfather. By the way, secretly investigate something for me."

…

Su Xiaoxiao still has to change the dressings for Su Xuan and Su Li today.

Just as I was about to go out, Yin Xiaodie came over.

She came here because of the King of Southern Xinjiang's illness.

It can be seen that she really tries her best to do her job well.

"I checked the medical records of His Majesty and inquired about His Majesty's recent condition. It is said that His Majesty has improved a few days ago, which is due to taking a new medicinal wine developed by the Saint. I found Concubine Yin and asked her to help me get some."

This small bottle was hard to come by. The Queen Mother was reluctant to drink it, so she had it stored in the ice cellar.

Princess Yin begged for it after much effort.

The two sat on the stone bench in the front yard.

Su Xiaoxiao opened the medicine bottle.

There is a smell of medicinal wine, but not much.

"Do you want to try it?" Yin Xiaodie asked.

Su Xiaoxiao couldn't drink alcohol because she was pregnant: "No need, I can smell it."

There are ginseng, angelica, deer antler...

The more I smell it, the weirder it gets.

Su Xiaoxiao took a cup and poured the medicinal wine into it.

That bright color, with a hint of yellow...

Why does it feel a bit weird?

Yuchi Xiu came over.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Su Xiaoxiao said: "I'm researching medicinal wine. It smells like alcohol, but it doesn't taste like alcohol. It feels like something is mixed into the wine..."

"This isn't that easy, let me try it!"

Yuchi Xiu brought the teacup over and drank it in one gulp.

He was stunned.

Just at this moment, Xiaohu came out to water the vegetable garden.

He urinated a large pee in a heroic manner.

Yuchi Xiu looked at Xiaohu's urine, then looked at the cup of tea that he had drunk up, and his mind suddenly exploded -

Poor Xiao Hei 23333, 　　thanks to Wei Xiaobao, his mother escaped the disaster.

Thank you all for your strong support. February has come to a perfect end. See you in March.

(End of this chapter)