After realizing her true self, she straightened her back, lost her courtesy, forgot her original intention of discussing things with others, and deliberately avoided looking in his direction.
"I want to go out for a walk."
After a while, a word finally came from that direction.
"good."
To her surprise, he agreed very readily.
This actually made her a little embarrassed.
"Then... then I'm leaving?"
He didn't even look up at her.
"Let's go."
The woman hesitated for a while, then looked down at her clothes and shoes, and finally walked away while muttering something.
When the footsteps completely disappeared, his eyes finally moved away from the unfolded memorial in front of him.
The memorial was not approved at all, except for a shiny, round copper and iron paperweight in the shape of a golden toad. The toad's bulging belly could reflect the situation in every corner of the stone chamber.
The man reached out and pinched the golden toad, moved it aside, and dipped his brush in cinnabar.
"Will fly."
The eunuch who had not yet left responded in a low voice.
"What are your commands, Your Majesty?"
"Send someone to follow her. Don't let her leave the city or go to a deserted place. As for the rest, she can do whatever she wants."
"yes."
The bright red pen tip moved quickly, and only three or five of the dozen or so bundles of memorials piled on the desk were left.
"Is there any news about Lu Songping?"
"We haven't been able to find him yet. It's like he just vanished into thin air. Even his body hasn't been found."
"Send people to monitor the major and minor thoroughfares in the Yu'an area, and instruct all states to keep an eye on his whereabouts. Report any news immediately."
"yes."
The eunuch's figure had just disappeared at the entrance of the stone chamber, and the last scroll of memorial on the stone table had been approved and neatly stacked on a lacquer tray beside it.
The figure behind the stone table slowly stood up, walked to the stone wall beside, and pushed open a stone door.
On the other side of the stone gate, smoke was curling up, and the room was filled with a mess of herbs, minerals, birds, animals, insects and ants.
The doctor in white was standing in front of a row of steaming pottery stoves. He turned around in surprise when he heard the noise.
"I, a commoner, pay my respects..."
"No thanks."
The man waved his hand casually and found a place to sit down with a basket of licorice.
Hao Bai observed the expressions on his face, relaxed a little, and picked up the fan with a beautiful bamboo pattern on it to control the fire.
The flames scorched the edge of the fan a little, and some medicinal soup overflowed from the vents on the stove, just like his heart was bleeding.
He felt that he was not making medicine at all, but was in jail.
As long as the woman doesn't get better, he won't be able to see the sun outside.
"Where's Miss Xiao? Did she take her medicine on time?"
He asked very carefully, and the man on the straw basket answered very sloppily.
"She went out of the building."
"She went out?" The doctor in white was stunned. "But she, but wasn't she trying to survive a few days ago?"
"Maybe you are a skilled doctor and the medicine worked."
The man put a tall hat on him without changing his expression, but he only felt the head on his neck became more shaky.
He was still young, had never been to a brothel, and had not met a woman who was willing to marry him and could not afford the medicine.
However, at this moment, his heart had already formed a tragic swan song in prison about a noble family who saved people from suffering, but was finally crushed into dust by bullies and powerful people because of improper care.
He picked up the cold tea beside him and took a gulp. When he spoke again, his voice was still dry.
"As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Her few flesh wounds are fine, but I'm worried about a broken back. That part was already damaged when she was picking flowers at Murhe Pingxiao Tower, so it's like adding to an old injury. Besides, even if there's no physical pain, it doesn't mean there's no pain in the heart. People are always afraid of getting stuck in a rut..."
"She's not that fragile."
The other party obviously knew what he was going to do and simply and clearly blocked all his unfinished complaints.
His thoughts came to an abrupt halt, and Hao Bai felt a little dazed for a moment.
He didn't know whether the attitude of the person in front of him was a good thing or a bad thing for him.
At that moment, the row of jars began to hum, white steam rising to the top of the jars, and the surroundings were once again covered with mist. The man's face wavered in this mist, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
"Have you reached a conclusion on the matter I asked you the other day?"
Thinking of the purpose of his trip to Quecheng, he immediately became extremely alert.
"At first, I didn't dare to make a judgment, but after my grandfather took a detailed look, I basically have a clue." He paused, as if wanting to keep the question in suspense. "Your Majesty, do you still remember the strange poison that Zou Sifang, the head of the Murhe Zou family, was infected with?"
"I remember. You also tricked me into giving you a relic to cure my illness."
Hao Bai's face turned red and he coughed twice to cover it up.
"This relic is indeed precious, but I am also eager to save him. Moreover, given the circumstances, Your Majesty wanted him to be alive..."
"Get to the point."
"This poison indeed originates from the same mechanism as the one on the secret seal. It was once called Heart Thorn. Its origin is unknown, as is the specific poison it's made of. From the earliest records, it has been used to paralyze livestock during sacrifices to the gods. If someone is poisoned by this poison, their symptoms will be like Zou Sifang's. They will still be breathing but will be like a corpse, and will die after nineteen days."
"What happens after you die?"
Hao Bai was stunned when he heard this. He obviously did not expect that the other party would seize the weak point so quickly. The words he had been brewing for a long time were useless, and he could only tell the truth dryly.
"There were rumors that those who were poisoned by this poison would experience a moment of revival or even resurrection after their death, but these are only unofficial historical records and no one has ever witnessed it..."
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