"Your Highness, I will escort you to the county government office."
"Let's just sleep here, I'm too lazy to go back and forth."
"But the conditions here..."
Qin Zhaoyue waved her hand, "If Doctor Jiang can sleep, so can I."
Seeing her insistence, Suimo stopped trying to persuade her and immediately ordered the Mo Group to make preparations.
In the empty room, with clean straw mats and bedding, Qin Zhaoyue fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, and soon began to snore softly.
Looking at the little face still wrinkled in her sleep, Suimo couldn't help but chuckle, recalling the time when she had dared to fall asleep so recklessly in the Phoenix Palace.
Who would have thought that the "absurd and silly" sixth princess was actually like this in private?
If what he did that day were to be reported back, the people of the capital would probably just scoff at it.
"Sister Suimo, you smiled..."
The smile on his face vanished instantly, and Sui Mo turned around abruptly, coldly staring at Mo Er.
"What are you standing there for? Get out!"
Mo Er stuck out his tongue. Although he looked very serious, he spoke in a barely audible whisper, probably because he was afraid of waking the princess.
Leaving the room and gently closing the door, Suimo instructed, "The six of you go back to the county office to change people."
"What about Sister Suimo?"
"I will rest after my shift. Don't forget to bring some of the princess's clothes."
After the six-person group left, Suimo moved a chair to stand guard in front of the door and took out the syringe.
"What are you doing?"
Sui Mo wasn't surprised at all; he had already sensed the other party's approach.
Without stopping his hand movements, the needle pierced the skin.
She patted the back of her hand to make the "vein" stand out, then accurately pierced the "vein." She watched it more than sixty times, and even used her inner energy to sense it multiple times. She was confident that she could do it.
But once you actually try it, you'll find it's not that simple. It's slippery, and you have to insert it precisely and control the direction to avoid piercing through.
No wonder the Sixth Princess wouldn't let her do it; it seems she needs a lot of practice to be able to do it.
However, she is a fifth-grade cultivator, with keen observation skills and incredibly steady hands, so she should be able to master it with a little practice.
Found it!
After successfully inserting and withdrawing the needle, Sui Mo looked up and asked, "Commander Meng, is there something you need?"
Despite not having slept all night, Meng Jian showed no signs of fatigue.
Even at the initial stage of sixth-grade true qi, one's endurance far surpasses that of ordinary people.
However, the Sixth Princess had been highly focused for five consecutive hours, so it was inevitable that she would become exhausted.
Meng Jian saw through Sui Mo's actions and naturally understood what she was doing.
But her attitude towards him, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard, was far too indifferent. Was she not even pretending anymore?
"I recognize you."
Previously, he was somewhere in between, but after the man used his true energy, Meng Jian became certain that the person in front of him was from the Azure Phoenix Guard.
"So what?"
Meng Jian detected a clear defiance in his words, "Sui Mo, is that it? Have I ever offended you?"
"Commander Meng is overthinking it. I am a member of the Imperial Guard and have never met you before."
"That's strange, I believe I have good intentions."
Sui Mo sighed, put down the syringe, and glanced sharply at the person opposite him. "Why is Commander Meng pretending to be stupid? The approach of some people itself brings malice."
Meng Jian was stunned, but quickly understood the meaning of those words.
Just then, he suddenly looked up, lightly leaped onto the roof, and rushed westward in the blink of an eye.
Sui Mo immediately stood up, put the syringe into his pocket, and gripped the hilt of his sword, remaining vigilant.
Just now, she sensed someone spying on her, and there was a fluctuation of true energy.
This intensive care unit only receives ordinary people and refugees. What is there for a Qi Martial Realm expert to pry into?
The only truly valuable target is the Sixth Princess!
Meng Jian moved as fast as a galloping horse and rushed all the way to the western outpost.
"Commander Meng!"
Upon seeing him descend from the sky, the imperial guards at the gate immediately became alert.
After guarding this place for three days, and with a severe water shortage, everyone was starting to become somewhat lax.
Meng Jian's gaze swept over their chapped lips without asking if they had noticed anything amiss.
Looking around, besides the soldiers, there were also civilians responsible for carrying the corpses.
From last night until now, there have been more than forty corpses, and the only strangers coming in and out are them.
Meng Jian secretly gathered his inner energy and slowly walked towards them.
His subordinates were unaware of what was going on, but they could tell that their commander had discovered something.
"Surround them."
"yes!"
Soon, the imperial guards at Ximen surrounded the laborers.
"Sir... what's this?" Old Man Yan heard the commotion and quickly got up from the cart.
At his age, he can't possibly stay up all night. As soon as the work is assigned, he lays a mat on the cart and falls asleep immediately.
At this moment, they realized they were surrounded by soldiers and were immediately terrified.
"Sir, did these lads mess things up?"
As he spoke, he glanced at the person sleeping against a pillar in the corridor and quickly kicked him awake, saying, "What are you sleeping for? Get up right now!"
Meng Jian lowered his eyes; there were thirteen people in total, including Old Man Yan.
He said calmly, "Let's point fingers at each other and see who's the stranger."
Although they didn't know the reason, no one dared to question it, and they immediately started talking all at once.
Most of them were clerks or candidates, with only a few bringing relatives or friends. Their final target was a young man, the very one who had come with Old Man Yan last night.
"This..." Under the intense gaze, Old Man Yan suddenly shuddered. "Sir, he's just here to fill in, I...I..."
Moving corpses is considered unlucky, especially those who died of illness; ordinary people would never take on this job.
They were unaware that they could earn five hundred coins for moving things all night.
Old Man Yan, who runs the mortuary, has no such taboos. He can bring his nephew along and earn a tael of silver for one night!
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