My Hanhan is the prime minister!
Song Tinghe climbed in through the window, frowned as he looked at the face on the couch that looked exactly like his own, and asked in a confused voice, "What should I do now?"
"I don't know either," Ruan Yunsheng scratched her head. She had never dealt with such a thing before.
"Why don't you touch him?" she suggested tentatively.
Song Tinghe's face was full of resistance. Although he knew rationally that this was his own body, he always felt that there was something weird about it.
He hesitated for a long time before stretching out a finger and quickly poking the arm of the person on the couch with his fingertip, then instantly retracted his hand as if he had touched a branding iron.
Ruan Yunsheng rolled his eyes speechlessly: "Do you think you're touching garbage? Can you use a little more force?"
Song Tinghe pouted and turned his head away, his face full of reluctance. Ruan Yunsheng really didn't have the patience to watch him dither, so he grabbed his wrist and forced it into the open palm of the man on the couch: "How can two grown men be so hesitant!"
"Ugh~"
The moment his hands clasped together, he felt a warm touch and Song Tinghe shuddered violently, feeling so nauseous.
But because of Ruan Yunsheng's wide-open eyes and clenched fists, he had no choice but to put on a bitter face, endure the inexplicable discomfort in his heart, and hold the hand obediently.
Time flows slowly in silence, and the clock outside the window ticks.
After a stick of incense had passed, the two of them stared at each other, but the person on the couch didn't move at all, not even an eyelash trembled.
“Could it be…”
Ruan Yunsheng touched his chin and muttered, "Do I have to play Sleeping Beauty?"
Song Tinghe seemed to have seen through her thoughts and immediately got furious: "Don't even think about it!"
"What exactly went wrong?" Ruan Yunsheng squatted beside the couch and pulled her hair. "Are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?"
Song Tinghe said firmly: "It's absolutely true!"
Just when she was puzzled, suddenly, steady footsteps were heard outside the house. Ruan Yunsheng hurriedly grabbed the invisibility cloak and put it on, holding her breath and shrinking into the corner.
A man wearing light black iron armor with a silver wolf emblem on his shoulder walked in, holding a medicine bowl. Judging from his attire, he must be the boss of the group of guards.
He walked steadily, his eyes sweeping across the room like lightning. Suddenly, he stopped in the direction where Ruan Yunsheng was hiding, and his ears twitched slightly: "Who? Come out!"
Ruan Yunsheng had no idea that she was being talked about. She foolishly leaned over to look around, wondering if there was someone else? How could she not see it?
It wasn't until the cold blade touched her neck that she froze in horror. How did he find out?
Mo Yu waved his hand, and the invisibility cloak was torn off like a cicada's shell. Ruan Yunsheng was embarrassed and revealed himself. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Big brother, please spare his life!"
"Who are you?" The blade moved closer by another inch.
"I am Ruan Yunsheng, the second daughter of the General's Mansion!"
Mo Yu was startled: "Are you the master's fiancée?"
"Yes, yes, it's me!" Ruan Yunsheng saw that he recognized him and took the opportunity to secretly push the big knife out, but the other party pushed it back sharply. "What are you doing here?"
“I, I, I…”
Ruan Yunsheng's eyes darted around, and she suddenly pinched her throat and said delicately, "I'm your fiancée, so I've come to see my future husband. I heard he's been poisoned for a long time, so I brought some herbs. I hope he gets better soon!"
She cupped her hands over her chest, pretending to be worried and virtuous.
Mo Yu had a blank expression on his face: "What about the herbs?"
"It's in the carriage outside!" Ruan Yunsheng said as he moved towards the door, "I'll go get it right away..."
“Swish——”
The big knife suddenly appeared in front of her, with the tip of the knife only an inch away from her eyebrows!
Ruan Yunsheng was sweating profusely: "Big Brother, do you have any other instructions?"
Could this guy not be so cruel? He's always fighting and killing people. He might not be able to find a wife!
Mo Yu glanced coldly at the invisibility cloak on the ground: "Your stuff."
"Oh, yes, yes!" Ruan Yunsheng didn't really want to take it, but what if this person was a super hero, so he had to bend down to pick it up, and his fingertips just touched the fabric.
"Buzz!"
The big knife was wrapped in a fierce wind and chopped down!
She said this guy must be a superhero!
Ruan Yunsheng couldn't dodge in time, and the blade was about to cut her neck off——
“clang!”
A black shadow rushed in like lightning, holding the blade tightly with both hands!
Song Tinghe appeared at some point, his palm cut by a sharp blade, but not a drop of blood flowed out, only wisps of black air overflowed from the wound.
The man's pupils suddenly shrank: "Sir? How could you..."
He suddenly turned his head to look at Wen Ciyuan who was still unconscious on the couch, then stared back at Song Tinghe's face in horror, "They look exactly the same!"
Mo Yu stared at the strange wound on Song Tinghe's palm, his eyes suddenly cold, and he swung his knife: "Who are you?"
"I already told you I'm Ruan Yunsheng!" Ruan Yunsheng stamped his feet anxiously and pointed at Song Tinghe, "He... he's your master's twin brother!"
"brother?"
Mo Yu's pupils trembled, and his voice suddenly rose, "Absolutely impossible! I have followed you for more than ten years, and I have never heard of you having brothers!"
Ruan Yunsheng pointed at the bed with his neck stiffened: "Then who is he!"
"Of course it's my master Wen Ciyuan!"
Ruan Yunsheng felt a buzzing in her head, and some absurd guess exploded like thunder. She suddenly threw herself on the bed, and with trembling fingers she pulled Wen Ciyuan's clothes.
"How dare you!" Mo Yu was shocked and angry. Seeing that his master's innocence was in danger, he stretched out his hand to stop him.
But Ruan Yunsheng had already torn open his snow-white shirt, revealing his muscular chest.
The moonlight was like water, clearly illuminating the small black mole on the heart, just like an ink spot on jade, exactly the same as the one on Song Tinghe's body!
Ruan Yunsheng was struck by lightning, his fingertips frozen in mid-air, and he muttered, "Case solved."
She slowly turned her head and looked at Song Tinghe, who looked innocent. "So you are Wen Ciyuan."
Unexpectedly, the thing she really wanted was right in front of her, but she chose to take a detour.
"I?"
Song Tinghe pointed at herself doubtfully, her eyes suddenly lighting up surprisingly, "Then I am your husband! We can get married!"
He smiled foolishly, his mouth almost reaching his ears, and was completely immersed in the sudden joy.
…
Ruan Yunsheng and Mo Yu fell silent at the same time, the veins on their foreheads twitching. This fool's ability to grasp the key points was truly amazing.
Mo Yu rubbed his throbbing solar plexus, feeling more confused than ever before. "So you're saying... this is the Master's departed soul?"
He looked at the clingy Song Tinghe in disbelief, "It turns out my master is a love-brained person!"
Ruan Yunsheng felt guilty and kicked away the person who was trying to stick to him: "It must be because of amnesia."
Mo Yu suddenly became excited: "Can the master wake up now?"
Ruan Yunsheng shook her head. "The soul can't return to the body. There must be an obstruction." She frowned and asked, "Was there anything unusual before he fell into a coma?"
Mo Yu's expression darkened. "Six months ago, my Lord thoroughly investigated the Ye Mansion case and discovered a hidden story behind the incident. He decided to go to Chuzhou himself. Unexpectedly, he was ambushed on the way and all his guards were killed. My Lord was also poisoned, and the Imperial Medical Bureau is still helpless."
"It's the Ye Mansion again..." Ruan Yunsheng murmured, "This poison is probably related to the Blood Gu Sect."
Mo Yu asked anxiously: "Madam, do you know any clues?"
When Ruan Yunsheng heard the word "Madam", the tips of her ears turned red, but she did not refute. She only explained the relationship between the Ye Mansion and the Blood Gu Sect in detail.
The more Mo Yu listened, the more serious his expression became: "So..."
Before he could finish his words, a guard came rushing in with a report: "Master Mo, Princess Xuan of the Southern Kingdom is here to visit! She said she is worried about your illness and has brought a divine doctor from her clan to treat you."
Ruan Yunsheng and Mo Yu looked at each other, and a fierce look flashed in their eyes at the same time.
"Someone actually came to my door."
When Xuan Ji stepped into the courtyard with the clan's saintly doctor, her eyes were filled with undisguised desire. How wonderful it would be if she were the mistress of this prime minister's mansion with its carved beams and painted rafters!
She clutched the poison bottle in her sleeve and secretly vowed: If she could rescue Wen Ciyuan before the wedding, she would prove the Imperial Master's prediction wrong. Then, she would be the Prime Minister's savior, and the position of Prime Minister's wife would naturally be hers.
She walked towards the main house with a graceful demeanor, but was stopped by Mo Yu with his arm across.
"You dare to stop me?" Xuan Ji raised her eyebrows.
Mo Yu remained calm and said, "Since it's a medical procedure, the doctor can go in. Princess, you are a princess, so it's better for you to wait in the side hall."
In order to leave a good impression on everyone, Xuan Ji dug her nails into her palms and forced a dignified smile: "It was me who was anxious."
She stared at the figure on the couch through the screen, her eyes so sticky that they almost ooze honey.
Not long after, the Saint Doctor bowed and left with a solemn expression. Xuan Ji's heart sank. Could it be that even the secret techniques of Southern Xinjiang were useless?
The Saint Doctor said hoarsely, "This condition is very strange. I can only discuss it with the princess alone."
Mo Yu said sternly, "Do you want to play tricks?"
"Your Excellency has misunderstood," Xuan Ji hastened to smooth things over. "Perhaps the treatment involves the clan's secret Gu technique, which is inconvenient to be passed on to outsiders."
Her eyes flickered, "Why don't you find us a quiet place to talk in detail?"
Mo Yu led them to the empty room in the west wing with a cold face, sneering in his heart, what a joke! My lord already has a wife, how can I let my love rival be alone in the same room with you?
He couldn't help but secretly applaud himself for this clever arrangement.
The moment they closed the door and left, Mo Yu exchanged glances with Ruan Yunsheng, who was wearing an invisibility cloak. The two of them sneaked back to the window as quietly as ghosts, holding their breath and listening closely.
Xuan Ji hurried closer, her voice lowered to a whisper: "How is it? Can this disease be cured?"
The wrinkles on the Saint Doctor's withered face deepened. "Princess, this person has been poisoned by the Blood Gu Sect's 'Soul Devouring Gu.' Those who are poisoned will fall into an eternal sleep. While they may appear normal on the outside, the inside will be devoured day and night by the Gu."
His fingertips trembled as he gestured, "Like an overripe fruit; it looks shiny, but it's already hollowed out inside."
Xuan Ji's face paled. Of course she knew about this Gu. It could cause a person to die of exhaustion in their sleep within three months. It was one of the most sinister secret techniques in Southern Xinjiang.
The Holy Doctor sighed, "Luckily, someone used rare treasures to keep him alive, otherwise he would have died long ago."
"Is there any solution?" Xuan Ji grabbed the Saint Doctor's sleeve, pinching her fingertips until they turned white.
The Saint Doctor shook his head helplessly: "In the Blood Gu Sect, only the elders can cure this poison. Princess, why don't you ask the Crown Prince for help?"
Xuan Ji was silent. How could she not know that her brother could be saved? But he was only concerned about his grand plans, so how could he give up his plans for her?
Seeing that the two people inside had almost finished their conversation, Mo Yu knocked on the door lightly: "Princess, how is the discussion going?"
Xuan Ji flung the door open, a calm smile on her face: "Don't worry, Lord Mo, I can save Lord Wen from this illness."
"It just takes five days to prepare the herbs."
Mo Yu lowered his head: "Then I will wait for the princess's good news."
After Xuan Ji walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion with her head held high, the Holy Doctor followed her worriedly: "Princess, how could you make such a promise so easily? If the Crown Prince knew..."
"Shut up!" Xuan Ji turned around suddenly, a fierce look flashing in her eyes, "I have my own plans."
She dug her nails deep into her palms, "At worst, I can just steal my brother's Wan Gu King and use it!"
The Saint Doctor stumbled back in terror: "Absolutely not! The Ten Thousand Gu King is the Southern Kingdom's national treasure. If anything goes wrong..."
"It's not your turn to comment on what this princess does." There was a flash of madness in Xuan Ji's eyes, like a madman ready to strike.
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