"What?!" Yang Yang immediately became anxious upon hearing this.
Anyone who knows even a little about Fu Yunchen knows that it's okay to mess with him. If Liu Lao Er stabs you in the back, Fu Yunchen might give him a chance to survive. But messing with the princess is unacceptable; it could mean the extermination of your entire clan or family!
"This is serious." Yang Yang immediately pressed for details. "Is there any other information? Who was so ruthless as to injure you so badly?"
“The Black Witch King discovered that the Heart-Eating Gu mark on my body was fake, just a human skin tattoo. But I only admitted to being from the Northern Jin side. They didn’t know I was the King’s man. I told the Central Jin side that Emperor Guangwu was an imposter. And Master Goufu has a blood feud with the King. The Goufu Celestial Master who was killed in the Cao family was Master Goufu’s own brother.” Zhong Jiu coughed violently, a mouthful of bloody phlegm rising to his throat.
Yao Yao quickly grabbed a cloth, "Spit it out."
Zhong Jiu glanced at her, then spat out bloody phlegm. "Thank you."
Yao Yao smiled and said, "No need." Yao Yao was already very pretty, and her smile made her even more charming.
Zhong Jiu turned to look at Grandma Yang and said, "Thank you, Grandma Yang."
“You’re already calling me Grandma, so why be so polite? Your injuries are quite severe. You’re lucky to have survived tonight, having escaped the clutches of death. Avoid any mental or physical exertion, and get plenty of sleep and food. Yao Yao, take good care of him. Except for eating, drinking, and using the toilet, try not to let him move around too much.”
“Yes,” Yao Yao replied.
Grandma Yang is getting old, and after the bumpy journey and treating Zhong Jiu's injuries, she's almost at her breaking point.
Qiaoyu, being thoughtful, helped Old Madam Yang up, saying, "Let me help you to the next room to rest."
"Okay." Grandma Yang nodded and followed Qiaoyu out.
Yang Yang said to Yao Yao, "I'm going to the prefectural capital. Keep an eye on things at the inn, and also take care of Brother Zhong Jiu."
"Don't worry, I know what to do. You go to the prefectural capital quickly, don't delay."
"Okay. Brother Zhong Jiu, you take good care of your injuries. I'm going to see the King."
"Tell Your Majesty, the Black Witch King is a woman!"
...
The laundry room of Chongyang Palace.
After Lan Zhi finished washing the clothes, she was about to get up and rest when she saw another palace maid carrying a basket of dirty clothes.
"I've been washing for a whole day, go and give it to someone else." Lan Zhi showed her hands, which were covered in frostbite, to the palace maid.
The palace maid glanced at her hand and said coldly, "To be honest, you brought this on yourself. Who told you to break the rules? If you had been willing to have the medical examination and not cause trouble with the nannies, you might be working for the princess now, and we would all be trying to curry favor with you."
"You!" Lan Zhi stared, her eyes red with anger. "It's clearly because you're jealous of me that you've teamed up to harm me."
"He's having another episode of delusions. We're all so busy every day, who has time to hurt you?"
The palace maid, too lazy to pay her any more attention, turned and left.
Lan Zhi watched her retreating figure, then suddenly turned her gaze to the palace maids' uniforms hanging on the clothesline. Among them were two light pink outfits, which were different from the other green palace maids' uniforms. These were worn by the head palace maids who served the king.
He rubbed his hands, which were covered in chilblains, and walked toward the clothesline.
...
After dinner, Mu Run played with the two children for a while, and then told them stories to lull them to sleep.
After finishing his official business, Fu Yunchen came to see the children.
Mu Run had just gotten up and was about to lower the curtains when she saw him coming over, so she withdrew her hand. "Are you done with your work?"
"Hmm, how are you all doing today?"
"That's good, but they wanted to go out and play, and the guards wouldn't let them."
"There are evil spirits causing trouble in the city. For their safety, please bear with it for now. Also, if you notice anything unusual, even just a feeling, please remember to tell me. Does anyone know the birth dates of the two children?"
“Mother Qin and Mother An both know, and Yao Yao knows too. It’s written in the family genealogy, and anyone who has seen it should know as well.”
“I erased the exact time from the family genealogy; yours is fake.”
“My mother said I was born during the day, but she forgot when. There are many brothers and sisters in our family, and my father doesn’t even know when I was born.”
"...That's fine, no one's plotting against you."
"Is the concept of birth date and time really that magical, capable of harming people?" Mu Run was somewhat skeptical that one could harm someone using birth date and time. In her view, harm could only be achieved through some tangible medium, such as a knife, gun, medicine, rope, or poison.
Seeing her indifference, Fu Yunchen laughed and said, "Birth date and time can not only harm people, but also take their lives and change their luck. I'm quite curious about your birth date and time."
"What do I have to be curious about?"
"The underworld won't accept you."
"...Aren't they just wandering ghosts? That's even worse, isn't it?"
"So many people envy and want to have it." Fu Yunchen raised his hand and tapped her forehead. "And I'm also very worried."
"Worried?" Mu Run pulled his finger down and put it in her mouth.
Fu Yunchen's breathing suddenly became heavy. "You!"
Mu Run's eyes were alluring, her tongue entwining with his fingers, "Mmm~?"
Fu Yunchen's voice became much hoarse, "...I won't be able to find you, not even in the underworld."
Mu Run was slightly taken aback and looked at him.
Fu Yunchen scooped her up in his arms, saying, "You won't be getting any rest tonight."
Mu Run snapped out of her daze and said with a playful laugh, "If you can't do it, I'll look down on you."
This is blatant provocation! No man could tolerate it!
Not to mention Fu Yunchen, who carried her and strode hurriedly into the side hall, his bedroom...
………
Lan Zhi, dressed in a light pink palace maid's uniform, waited outside the palace with a bowl of fruit and soup.
The warm, fragrant atmosphere inside the hall made her chilblained hands itch in waves.
But the more it itched, the more determined her eyes became.
"Someone come here—" Fu Yunchen's hoarse and languid voice echoed from inside the hall.
Upon hearing this voice, Lan Zhi's heart suddenly raced, and her cheeks flushed. "Yes, Your Majesty."
They carried fruit, snacks, and soup into the hall.
Fu Yunchen wore a loose, open-chested black nightgown, his long hair cascading down his back like a waterfall. He exuded an extremely languid yet sexy and alluring aura. In particular, his bewitching heterochromatic eyes were like a demon, bewitching people to submit to his charm and be at his beck and call.
Lan Zhi only glanced at Fu Yunchen briefly before she almost dropped the fruit and soup in her hands. Her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground. "This servant greets Your Majesty."
Fu Yunchen looked at her and, seeing that she was not the person who usually served him, was about to ask her something.
"I'm thirsty," Mu Run's voice came from inside the curtained couch.
"Hmm." Fu Yunchen responded, then picked up the soup and poured himself a cup.
Looking at Lan Zhi, who had her head down, he took a sip first.
Hearing Fu Yunchen drink water, Lan Zhi's hand holding the tray trembled slightly.
Fu Yunchen noticed the slight tremor, threw the soup away, and demanded, "Tell me! Whose side are you on?"
Lan Zhi suddenly looked up, staring at Fu Yunchen's incomparably handsome face, and replied word by word: "Northern Jin Dynasty, Emperor Guangwu."
Before he could finish speaking, he dropped the tray he was carrying, revealing his red, swollen, frostbitten hands. In the blink of an eye, he pulled a dagger from his sleeve and slit his own throat!
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