Meng Zhelan didn't want to waste any more time dealing with her, so she said directly, "Miss Du, I'm in a hurry to go back and refine medicine for His Highness. If you have any questions, you'd better ask His Highness directly."
"You..." Du Qingwan was about to speak when Meng Zhelan strode away.
Du Qingwan stood there, stunned, unable to react for a moment.
As she watched Meng Zhelan's departing figure, a surge of anger ignited within her. That Meng Zhelan, she was utterly oblivious to the situation!
Du Qingwan clenched her fists, unwilling to give up so easily. She took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, and was about to chase after him when Du Ziteng stopped her.
"That's enough, His Highness is already out. Mind your manners. He doesn't like aggressive women," Du Ziteng reminded him.
She looked back and saw His Highness not far away. She immediately pretended to be aggrieved and complained to Prince An.
"Your Highness, you've finally arrived." Du Qingwan looked at Prince An with a pitiful expression, her eyes glistening with tears.
Prince An's eyes turned cold as he looked at the woman before him, feeling a surge of disgust.
He hated this kind of delicate, two-faced woman the most, but he still pretended to be concerned.
"What's going on?" Prince An asked with a smile.
"Qingwan just asked Doctor Meng about His Highness's condition, but she spoke rudely to me and then stormed off." Du Qingwan said, gently wiping away non-existent tears.
Prince An knew perfectly well that Du Qingwan was definitely up to some trick again.
However, he didn't want to pay attention to that; he was more concerned about something else.
"Alright, I understand. I have other matters to attend to. You and your cousin should go back first," Prince An said calmly, turning to leave.
"Your Highness!" Du Qingwan hurriedly called out, trying to persuade Prince An to stay.
Prince An stopped but did not turn around. "Doctor Meng is probably worried about my illness and is hurrying back."
After saying this, Prince An strode away, leaving Du Qingwan standing there with an inscrutable expression.
She was filled with resentment. How dare Meng Zhelan be so arrogant! She was determined to find a way to teach her a lesson!
Meng Zhelan returned to the clinic, her emotions unable to settle for a long time.
She had a fairly good impression of Prince An, even though he often fell ill for no apparent reason, he paid quite generous medical fees.
Besides these qualities, Prince An was also quite handsome, and his gentle demeanor and reserved temperament made many women fall for him.
However, rumors circulated that he was in poor health, which is why he had not married or had children even though he was already twenty.
However, Prince An seemed somewhat unfamiliar to her today. He appeared to be bound by an invisible shackle, and his whole demeanor was unusually oppressive.
Meng Zhelan reminisced about that night, the scene of Prince An enjoying wine alone under the moonlight.
At that time, he followed her to Tingfeng Courtyard, claiming that he was only there to freeload, and she couldn't refuse his request.
At that time, Prince An, though tinged with a hint of melancholy, had eyes that shone like the starry sky, filled with endless light.
Today, however, his eyes are filled with deep weariness and helplessness.
Meng Zhelan pondered repeatedly in her heart: "What exactly turned him into this?"
At this moment, the aroma of medicine wafting from the alchemy furnace interrupted her thoughts.
She immediately realized that she had to refine a elixir that would be harmless to him as soon as possible.
So she came up with a plan: if she could refine a pill that would make him immune to all poisons, perhaps she could avoid a lot of unnecessary harm.
She repackaged the pills she had taken back from Prince An, adding a herb called Tianwei Grass. This herb could neutralize the harmful components in other herbs, ensuring the efficacy of the medicine while avoiding harm to him.
After handing the pills to Lu Yi, Meng Zhelan quickly returned to Tingfeng Courtyard.
She remembered that her father's collection of medical books mentioned elixirs that could cure all poisons, but the antidotes she had made so far could only deal with some common sleeping potions.
If she could refine a elixir that could cure all poisons, it would be of great benefit to Xi'er.
Xi'er often travels the martial arts world. With this elixir, she can make thorough preparations and greatly reduce the risk of injury.
The thought of Xi'er being able to use it gave her even more motivation. She kept her head down, flipping through the book, while also writing and drawing on the other side.
It wasn't until Li Xi came to invite her to dinner that she realized it was already dark, and she hadn't noticed that she had been in one position for so long.
"Lan'er, what are you busy with? I've been calling you for ages and you haven't responded," Li Xi asked curiously.
When she got home, it was almost dusk, and she wanted to discuss some things with Meng Zhelan.
"It's nothing, I was just looking at medical books," Meng Zhelan replied. She then told Li Xi about what had happened to her that day.
"Xi'er, do you think what I'm doing is inappropriate?" Meng Zhelan asked, somewhat uneasy.
Her father had offended someone in the royal family, which led to their ten years of wandering.
Li Xi understood her concerns. Since ancient times, the majesty of the imperial family has been inviolable.
"Lan'er, don't worry. I'll have my fellow disciples investigate Prince An. If he's a trustworthy person, then we don't need to worry about him pushing you into a fire. If all else fails, we'll seek the Empress Dowager's help and ask her to mediate."
"That's the only way. For now, I have no choice but to cooperate with him." Meng Zhelan gripped the pen tightly, unaware that ink was dripping onto the paper.
She was filled with worry and doubt, unsure whether her decision was the right one.
"Come on, let's eat first, no matter what. Come and see if this soup base is harmful to people." Li Xi pulled Meng Zhelan to the dining hall.
The Red Lotus Cult has suffered repeated setbacks recently, and its leader's face is terribly gloomy.
The entire sect was shrouded in gloom, and the members were filled with anxiety and had no heart for martial arts practice.
In the more than ten years since its founding, the Red Lotus Sect has never suffered such a severe blow.
Many of their followers were captured by an unknown sect, a sect even more mysterious than their Red Lotus Sect. This sect had risen rapidly in just two or three years, wielding considerable power.
The mysterious man, wearing a bronze mask that concealed his face and dressed in a black robe, exuded an aura of solemnity.
The believers bowed to him and called him "the messenger of God."
The man's appearance plunged the entire church into a solemn atmosphere. He stood there silently, seemingly blending into his surroundings.
"Master, I'm going to meet those people in Kyoto." The masked man's voice was low and emotionless, as if nothing could interest him.
The cult leader trusted the man completely, so his voice became more relaxed.
"Good, you must perform well this time. Your master will definitely give you more opportunities. When your master's great cause is accomplished, you will be the most meritorious official and will surely receive a generous reward."
"Yes!" the man in the bronze mask replied expressionlessly, seemingly unaffected by the cult leader's words.
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