"Miss Xiang, the master asked me to tell you not to go to Beili. Everything is fine with the Zhan family. You don't have to worry about it. Once you settle down, he will bring his wife to see you."
"Little girl, what do you think?" Zhan Chi asked.
"The original plan remains unchanged."
Zhan Chi nodded: "Okay, just do it."
Just as Gu Shuo said, she can just do whatever she wants, and they will be her strongest support.
"Thank you, Dad." Ye Qianning knew that Dad Gu had convinced them all.
"What plan?" Dachun asked.
"Dachun, you're exhausted from the journey, go and take a rest." Zhan Chi pushed him out the door.
"Master, you can't hide anything from me, otherwise Master..."
"I know, I know."
Zhan Chi's perfunctory voice faded away.
Ye Qianning waited until the two of them turned around the corridor before turning back to look at Du Yi: "Has this situation ever happened to Sang Zhi in recent years?"
“No.”
"You said Sang Zhi would eventually disappear. What shapes are the scars on his body?"
"They look like knife wounds, or cuts from a very thin sharp object. What's strange is that they heal in half a month, and disappear in a month."
"So weird?"
Ye Qianning frowned.
"Well, there were always rumors in the palace that the Eighth Prince was possessed by a ghost, because the Eighth Prince disappeared on the Ghost Festival. No matter how many people the emperor sent to guard him, it was useless."
"Zhongyuan Festival? Has anyone in the martial arts world ever checked it out?"
"Nothing."
Ye Qianning felt that there were more and more mysteries hidden in Sang Zhi. Sang Zhi held her hairband tightly in his hand. The reason why her fortune value suddenly soared today was very likely related to him.
"Send a message to the Crescent Moon Sect, and have them search the four nations for any sects associated with the Zhongyuan Festival. If they have any information, let me know immediately."
"yes."
Ye Qianning walked out of the room and heard some noise.
More than a dozen auras fell on Xianhai Tower at the same time. They were the hidden guards around Sang Zhi.
Ye Qianning walked towards that direction and pushed open the door. Four royal guards were standing in front of Sang Zhi's bed.
Several people saw Ye Qianning come in, expressionless, and stand by the bed.
"He needs to rest, you guys go down." Ye Qianning said coldly.
"We are under the order of the emperor to protect the eighth prince at all times." The leading secret guard shouted loudly, showing no intention of leaving.
"You're still protecting someone when they've become like this?" Ye Qianning laughed, then coldly spat out two words: "Trash."
The four hidden guards' expressions changed at the same time.
"Miss Ye, we are just following orders." The leading hidden guard said coldly.
"Get out of here."
"Miss Ye..."
Before the leader of the secret guards could finish his words, he felt a fishy-sweet taste in his throat.
The other three also looked pale, with their fingers clasped over their chests.
"I'll say it again, get out of here, or I'll kill you right now." Ye Qianning's eyes were cold.
The leader of the secret guards had sweat on his forehead and was silent for a few minutes before leading his men away.
Ye Qianning beckoned to Xiao Mafeng, and the little bee landed on her shoulder and then entered the space.
The smallest bees in Xiaomafeng fly at an extremely fast speed. Even people with martial arts skills can hardly detect it. Their small claws are stained with a special poison.
If it falls on people's skin, they will feel suffocated. If you use internal force forcibly, you will get backlash.
The Royal Secret Guards were about to attack her, so their breathing suddenly became unstable.
Ye Qianning walked to the bed and looked at Sang Zhi. What on earth had he done to make her blessing value suddenly overflow?
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