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"Princess, does it hurt?" A white porcelain bottle was gently placed on the table.
Fu Yin had lost face today and didn't want to bring it up, so she said impatiently, "Stop pretending to be a good person here."
The visitor was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "It's true that the Great Li Dynasty is too arrogant. Even a lowly maid dares to bully our princess."
“Gigali, what do you mean?” Fuyin asked.
"It doesn't mean anything, I just feel sorry for you, Princess." Gigali sighed in a mocking manner.
"As the princess of the Silver Tenon tribe, your mission is probably to go to the border as a tribute to maintain friendly relations between the two countries and to marry a foreign ruler."
Fu Yin was startled, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt above her knees: "No, the King wouldn't do this to me."
“Princess, you’re thinking too simply. Our Silver Tenon tribe is now surrounded by wolves in front and tigers behind. If Your Majesty wants to fight against the Great Li Dynasty, the only way is to unite with other tribes.”
"Of the three surrounding tribes, only the Black Xuan Clan is the strongest. However, I'm sure the princess knows about their tribal customs even without me saying so."
Fu Yin knew, of course, that the Black Xuan Clan were savage by nature, and that the men were all tall, strong and incredibly powerful. What was most terrifying was that they had a custom of brothers sharing a wife.
The current Black Xuan Clan King has two younger brothers, and the thought of this made her feel dizzy.
"Do you have a way to help me avoid going on this marriage alliance?" Fu Yin asked, looking at Ji Jiali.
Gigali smiled: "I am willing to serve Your Highness."
"What do you want?" Fu Yin wasn't that stupid. He must have something to ask of him if he came to her at this time.
"Princess, rest assured, as long as you behave well, I will definitely help you escape the tragic fate of being forced into a political marriage."
Fu Yin nodded slowly.
Zhu Qinghe took full responsibility for hitting Fuyin and told Yin Luoha the whole story without keeping it a secret.
After listening, he raised an eyebrow: "That girl is spoiled. If you offend her, things might not end well."
Zhu Qinghe: "At worst, I'll just make her fight back."
Unexpectedly, several days passed without the other party causing any trouble, and she gradually forgot about it.
Shen Wumei found out the exact address of Xiaoyao Hall, and the two of them decided to disguise themselves and go there.
This time he didn't stick on a beard, but Zhu Qinghe still dressed himself up as an ordinary man.
At first glance, he looks no different from a farmer in the fields.
Zhu Qinghe, sporting two thick, arched eyebrows, boasted to Chen Wumei, "Since I came here, my makeup and styling skills have improved."
Shen Wumei lifted her chin to examine her closely: "You're exaggerating too much. If you fell into a coal pile, you wouldn't be able to find yourself without baring your teeth."
"Ugh." Zhu Qinghe grabbed the mirror and examined herself. "Is it too dark? I mixed the color according to your men's skin tone, is it too dark?"
Shen Wumei said helplessly, "I think I'm pretty fair-skinned."
"Whose skin tone did you use as a reference?"
"Uh... the cook in the kitchen."
Zhu Qinghe put the mirror back on the table: "Alright, let's go, we need to get down to business."
Most of the items traded on the underground black market are prohibited, and obtaining an exact address is not easy.
We need an old customer to act as guarantor, and we also have to pay a toll to get the way.
The old customer that Shen Wumei found was a man named Lao Geng, who led them into a narrow alley.
Stepping out from behind the back wall reveals a hidden world; passing through the bustling crowd and treading on the wet mud, one enters the market.
Old Geng introduced them, saying, "You two brothers have come at the right time. Today is market day, and many good things are cheap."
He pointed to the jewelry stall next to him: "The finest luminous pearls and rare gems are better quality than those in the outside jewelry stores, and they're cheaper too."
"Buy it for your wife, and I guarantee she'll love you to death."
He chuckled and gossiped, "Have you two brothers gotten married yet?"
Shen Wumei smiled and said, "It's done."
Zhu Qinghe: "..."
How could she not know when this happened?
"Hey, why don't you take a look?"
Just as Zhu Qinghe was about to suggest that they go to Xiaoyao Hall, Shen Wumei pulled her there.
"Second brother, can you help your elder brother see what kind of woman your sister-in-law likes?"
Zhu Qinghe glared at him: Can't you do something serious?
Shen Wumei said calmly: "It won't interfere with our business. Don't be so clueless. Pick one quickly."
Zhu Qinghe chose a sea-blue gemstone, which she would later make into a pendant to match her earrings.
After all, the quality is really good, as if there really is a blue sea hidden inside.
After choosing gemstones for his sister-in-law, the eldest brother finally remembered to get down to business.
"Brother Geng, do you know where Xiaoyao Hall is?"
Old Geng was taken aback. "What, you're going to Xiaoyao Hall?"
Shen Wumei nodded: "To be honest, my brother and I came here today to ask for medicine for our elders."
Old Geng: "I see. But don't get your hopes up too high." He sighed. "The leader of the Xiaoyao Hall is unpredictable these days and is no longer as easy to talk to as he used to be."
"Why is that?" Zhu Qinghe asked hurriedly.
"Master Xiaohan was deeply affected by the death of his loved ones, which caused a drastic change in his personality. He always liked to set extremely difficult tests for those who came to him seeking medicine for their loved ones."
"Over time, fewer people went to seek the medicine."
It seems that Han Ke's unpredictable nature is due to his sister Han Ling. Could it be that he, like He Xiao, is deliberately pretending to be like this for some purpose?
“It’s okay, we’ll try even if it’s difficult,” Shen Wumei said.
Old Geng nodded and didn't say anything more.
In front of Xiaoyao Hall, Old Geng stopped and said, "Brothers, I'll see you off here. Take care of yourselves."
Shen Wumei clasped her hands in a fist and said, "Alright, see you again if fate allows."
Old Geng left, and the two of them exchanged a glance before going inside.
The young pharmacist behind the counter called out, "Please come in, gentlemen. What medicine would you like to have?"
Shen Wumei walked over and glanced at the medicine cabinet behind him: "I want to see your hall master."
The young apprentice, still smiling brightly, said, "Our master is unwell and will not be receiving guests these days."
"Oh?" Shen Wumei smiled. "Even if I have news of the Immortal Physician Ling, will he still not see me?"
The young apprentice's smile vanished. He stared at him for a long while before coldly saying, "I'll go and report to the hall master. Please wait here."
Half an incense stick later, the two of them were ushered into an elegant room.
Han Ke hadn't arrived yet. Zhu Qinghe looked around to make sure no one was there, then whispered to Shen Wumei, "Do you really know anything about Han Ling?"
"Isn't she dead?"
"Indeed, she is dead, but why would Han Ke react to this? It means that deep down he has expectations about this, and he has no way of knowing whether Han Ling is still alive."
Zhu Qinghe's eyes widened: "You mean, Han Ling might not be dead?"
"I had this suspicion, just testing the waters, but I didn't expect it to actually work."
Zhu Qinghe: "Thinking about it this way, the records do not actually show how Hanling died."
Shen Wumei said softly, "Someone is coming."
Zhu Qinghe immediately fell silent.
Han Ke rushed over and entered the room, only to be met with two unremarkable faces, which disappointed him somewhat.
One of them was particularly dark-skinned.
However, as the head of the hall, he had seen many people with malignant sores on their faces, let alone this kind.
So he asked calmly, "You mean you know something about my sister?"
Zhu Qinghe's gaze fell on him, somewhat surprised. Old Geng had described him as quite frightening, and he seemed quite intimidated by him.
She thought she looked terrifying.
Looking at him now, he's just a little brother, and he looks like a steamed bun.
fair and tender.
Shen Wumei stood up: "We do have some news about my elder sister, but there's no such thing as a free lunch. If the hall master wants to get information from us, he has to agree to our conditions."
Han Ke: "What are your conditions?"
Shen Wumei: "Tell us where He Xiao is?"
Han Ke was taken aback when a voice rang out from outside the door: "I'm right here."
The force of the punch rushed towards Shen Wumei's face. In the blink of an eye, the two were exchanging blows.
Zhu Qinghe glared at Han Ke: "You plotted against us?"
Han Ke glanced at the dark-skinned boy in front of him: "What kind of scheming is this? Isn't he the one you're looking for?"
Zhu Qinghe: "But we didn't want to fight him."
Han Ke sneered: "You think you can negotiate with me on my turf? You're far too confident."
“And you’re wrong,” he said, flicking his wide white sleeves, “this is what you call scheming.”
A subtle fragrance wafted into her nostrils, causing her to stagger. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Shen Wumei seemed to have also been affected.
She pointed at Han Ke: "You sissy!"
Han Ke's face was icy cold. He poked her shoulder, and she swayed and fell to the ground.
He said coldly, "I hate it when people call me effeminate!"
"And," he looked down at her condescendingly, "you dressed up as a man so ugly! How dare you say that to me!"
"Tomboy!"
Zhu Qinghe: Damn it, I deliberately made myself look ugly, okay?
You don't know anything, you sissy.
She fainted unwillingly.
Looking at the two unconscious people on the ground, Han Ke looked at He Xiao.
"What are you going to do with them?"
He Xiao said nonchalantly, "Just kill him."
Han Ke: "No, they said they have news about my sister."
He Xiao's expression darkened: "A Ling is dead. They're lying to you."
Han Ke shouted, "I don't believe it! My sister isn't dead!"
"Unless I see my sister's body with my own eyes, I won't believe a single word you say."
“Alright,” He Xiao said after a long silence, “In that case, I will not kill them, but I will test them.”
Han Ke hurriedly asked, "How do we test it?"
He Xiao: "You don't need to worry about that, just listen to me."
A hint of hatred flashed in his eyes: "Judging from their appearance, they should be a couple."
"Such feelings are both the strongest and the most fragile."
He seemed to have thought of something, his eyes were somewhat vacant, as if he was lost in memories: "As long as they can pass my test, we can then negotiate with him."
"What if they don't pass?" Han Ke frowned.
He Xiao's lips curved slightly, his smile chilling: "If they don't pass, their fate will be the same as those people."
Han Ke's gaze narrowed slightly as he thought of those who had failed to obtain the medicine before.
They were either killed or maimed, and before they died, they attacked each other frantically with such resentful eyes and words, as if the other person was not their closest relative or lover, but their enemy.
Can they pass He Xiao's insane test?
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