The prince's southern tour was thus confirmed, and he would set out from Zhujiang River ten days later, traveling by water all the way.

The royal guards also entered a tense selection phase, including accompanying imperial physicians, various supplies, and so on.

That night.

Feng Ke took off the skin of Fu Biao and arrived at the Regent Palace at night as agreed. When he knew that Lian Shenwei was going to tour the south with the crown prince, his face looked strange.

"Li Ningfeng, are you planning to give up?"

The treatment has only been going on for two months. If Lian Shenwei leaves now, the subsequent blood supply will be insufficient and Lian Ningfeng will have no choice but to be abandoned.

Lian Shenwei had obviously thought it through long ago, and said calmly, "There are still ten days left. I will increase my HP by three times every day, and it will be enough to hold on until we get back."

He looked so nonchalant that if you didn't know better you would think he was talking about something big.

“…”

Feng Ke was stunned for a while. After realizing what he heard, he could not help but feel a surge of anger in his chest. He even called out his previous name: "Lian Yubai, are you crazy?!"

Lian Shenwei: “This is the only solution I can think of.”

He wanted Li Ningfeng to recover quickly without any sequelae, wanted to take Jing Jue back to Nanjing to see his elder sister, and wanted to lure out the northern barbarians hiding in the dark...

He wants too much, and he is too busy to accomplish all of his goals. He has to pay a price.

He could afford some of the blood.

The veins on Feng Ke's forehead throbbed. He took a few steps forward, tore open Lian Shenwei's sleeves, and peeled off the gauze wrapped around his arms one circle at a time. The fragrance of ointment and the faint smell of blood instantly filled his nose.

He said coldly: "Look for yourself, is there any place to cut this arm?"

The wound across his arm was like a flaw in jade, scarlet and mottled, and very ugly.

Lian Shenwei's wrist was clenched so tightly that it hurt. He glanced at his arm and looked away: "I remember that the Feng family has a medicine that can stimulate blood circulation and is used on medicine men."

"You really think of yourself as a medicine man?! Is there something wrong with your brain? If you don't want to live, tell me so that I don't have to go through the trouble of saving you and wasting medicine every time!"

"You really think the name of a medicine man sounds good, don't you? He is a blood animal, not a human being! Do you know that blood-stimulating drugs can harm your life? Stop fooling yourself, okay?"

Feng Ke wanted to give him a few injections on the spot to wake him up.

"I want to live."

Lian Shenwei whispered, "I have never given up my life."

As long as his obsession is not resolved and his wish is not fulfilled, he will not die. Even if there is only a slight chance, he will struggle to live.

Feng Ke was not used to him and said bluntly: "People who truly cherish their lives will not turn themselves into commodities that can be measured in value or blood sources that can be exploited at will."

He refused: "I won't help you this time."

Lian Shenwei nodded: "I understand, then you can go."

“…”

Feng Ke was suspicious for a moment, "Just let me go?"

Lian Shenwei hummed and said, "Just keep an eye on Ningfeng."

Feng Ke glanced at him, picked up his small wooden box and left the room. There was a spring breeze outside. He stood there for a moment, then suddenly turned around and opened the door again with a cold face.

Lian Shenwei turned around in surprise.

He had just made a cut on his right arm, and there was a large can underneath, with blood dripping into it.

The tools used in the crime were placed on the table.

“…”

Eyes met.

Lian Shenwei looked at Feng Ke who had no reaction and thought that he might have gone crazy. He felt a little guilty for a moment, but adhering to his principle of not wasting blood, he did not stop the bleeding.

"I……"

Feng Ke stepped in and asked, "Does it have to be this way?"

Lian Shenwei paused for a moment and nodded.

Feng Ke took a deep breath and kept his voice steady: "I can give you the blood-stimulating medicine. But after Ying Jingjue ascends the throne, you must leave with me and swear that you will never set foot in the capital again in your life."

"You need to live longer to pay me back for the time and medicine I spent on you."

Lian Shenwei's condition was too dangerous. He looked normal, but he could cut himself without blinking an eye, and even ignored the blood-stimulating medicine that could damage his life at half the price.

He did not regard himself as a person who deserved to be treated well, or rather, he just regarded himself as an object that could be used.

Feng Ke is a doctor, he can't say that Lian Shenwei has no desire to survive, but the thought of wanting to live is all pinned on the obsession of revenge and Sister You Wei's child.

If revenge is over, Sister Youwei's child will grow up smoothly.

That Lian Shenwei...

The young man did not notice Feng Ke's complicated thoughts, he just breathed a sigh of relief, raised his lips and smiled, "Okay, I promise you."

For ten whole days, Lian Shenwei did not attend court.

It was not until the eve of departure that he had enough blood.

Feng Ke stayed in the Marquis' Mansion to treat Li Ningfeng, Tiannan looked after the Regent's Mansion, and Lian Shenwei was followed by Ming Cang from the Tianquan Realm and a team of black armor guards.

Ming Candle was pulled out by Feng Ke on the eve of departure.

Feng Ke stuffed a bundle of medicine into her hands, and said in a very awkward tone: "Take all of these, I have prepared everything I could think of. Don't tell him that these were given by me, I'm still angry!"

Ming Candle nodded solemnly: "Yes."

"And one more thing," Feng Ke took out a delicate and small jade bottle with great care. It was translucent and the shape of the pill could be vaguely seen. He spoke in a deep voice, pausing each word, "If your master is in danger of death, give him this. It will keep him safe for a month, but he must return to the capital within this month."

Ming Cang didn't understand why he said this, but she was very cautious. She took it, put it away, and kept Feng Ke's instructions in mind.

Feng Ke sighed.

The capital city is full of twists and turns, and how can the rivers and lakes be peaceful and tranquil?

He looked at the things Lian Shenwei was going to take with him on his southern tour, and found a sword box inside.

Inside is the Cangshan Sword which has been sealed in dust for nearly ten years.

The sword that was once Lian Yubai's was a fictitious name used by the owner of this sword when traveling in the martial arts world, and it still ranks at the top of the list of martial arts world leaders.

Not everyone is qualified to use the Cangshan Sword. This sword only recognizes a person's internal energy. If you don't use your internal energy, or if you are the wrong person, you can't even draw the sword.

He didn't know why Lian Shenwei brought the Cangshan Sword, but Feng Ke didn't want to hear the news of its reappearance. Because once he heard it, it meant that Lian Shenwei had drawn the sword, and it also meant that this gang had encountered an extremely difficult predicament.

Feng Ke didn't want it to happen, but he had to take precautions early.

The second day.

Lian Shenwei was drowsy when Tiannan gently woke him up. The moment he woke up, he felt an indescribable tiredness and nausea, his vision went dark, and his heart was pounding.

The wound on his arm would occasionally bleed, so he changed into black pajamas to avoid the blood stains being too obvious.

The wrist, as thin as snow, hung on the edge of the bed, hidden behind the half-opened curtain. The contrast between black and white was too striking. Even though there was only a thin layer of cloth on the wrist, it seemed unbearable.

Fortunately, even Shen Wei got used to it, and after about a quarter of an hour, he managed to sit up with difficulty.

Tiannan said anxiously: "Master..."

Lian Shenwei waved his hand: "Nothing."

After taking the medicine Feng Ke prescribed for him, he felt better, finished his meal, and prepared to leave. When he reached the door, he found Ye Mingqin waiting outside.

Ye Mingqin cupped his hands and said, "Sworn brother."

During this period of time, he ignored his stepsister. Lian Shenwei nodded: "You did a good job."

Ye Mingqin was born to be a part of officialdom. She thrived in the Ministry of Justice. During the period when Ying Jingjue was gradually seizing real power, she also made a name for herself.

She was privately investigating the case of the Earl of Shunchang's Mansion. Ye Mingqin had never told Lian Shenwei about this matter. The woman under her supervision had been staying in her mansion.

Somehow, she felt it might come in handy in the future.

"Brother, you have lost a lot of weight. Are you feeling unwell?"

Her words were very subtle. Lian Shenwei had not only lost a lot of weight, but his whole body looked sickly pale. It was already late April, and spring clothes looked heavy, but the fabric of the clothes he wore was even thicker than a few days ago.

"The southern tour will take a long time. If you feel uncomfortable, please report it to His Majesty."

Lian Shenwei shook his head. He calculated the time and it was time to set off. Without further delay, he walked to Ye Mingqin, patted her shoulder, and lowered his voice.

"In the Ministry of Justice, the Dali Temple, and the Imperial Prison, you have seen many unjust cases that you have no way to solve."

Ye Mingqin was stunned, his eyes dimmed slightly: "Yeah."

It is already difficult for a woman to be an official, and no matter how unwilling she is to admit defeat, she will still be ostracized and looked at strangely.

It is difficult to get promoted, it is difficult to hold power, and it is even more difficult to do what you want. Many things are unavoidable. The open and covert struggles in the officialdom can easily lead to being plotted against.

Sometimes she didn't know where to go in the future. At present, her official position of fifth rank was already the highest among all the female officials in the history of the Great Sheng Dynasty.

So what then? According to what people around her say, will she follow the routine to start a family, get married, have kids, and manage the household?

She was unwilling to accept it.

"Mingqin, Wei Li is dead, and the position of right prime minister is still vacant."

Her brother-in-law spoke in a calm tone.

Ye Mingqin understood what he meant, her pupils shrank slightly, and she raised her eyes suddenly: "I am..." a woman.

Lian Shenwei: "Why not?"

He sneered in his heart. What he couldn't stand the most was the rules of the capital. If it were the martial arts world, a woman from an aristocratic family could become an heir, and could also compete for the title of leader of the martial arts world, free and unrestrained, and do whatever she wanted.

He had always asked Emperor Jingcheng to keep the position of Right Prime Minister and let someone else take over temporarily, but he actually had his own selfish motives.

Ye Mingqin's talent is by no means inferior to that of men. Since she has the potential, why can't he give her a push and let her become the first female prime minister in thousands of years?

Ye Mingqin has read many books by sages, but now at the age of twenty, this is the first time that his thoughts have been so directly impacted.

When her brother-in-law said the four words "Why not", the flash of ambition and assertiveness in his eyes made her feel extremely unfamiliar, as if it was an illusion she had in a trance.

"It's getting late, you should go back."

Lian Shenwei gave a few instructions and left with his men, leaving the Regent's Palace empty at once.

Ye Mingqin still stood there, but his mood was completely different from when he came.

At the same time, the strange sense of disharmony in her heart resurfaced.

Can a person who is labeled as a traitor really say such things?

Foquan Temple.

The news of the prince's southern tour naturally spread here.

"Lian Shenwei."

Moda muttered softly.

He could never understand this person.

He knew that Lian Shenwei had killed many useful old officials in the court, so it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a traitor. Such people were generally greedy for power, and if they did not want to ascend the throne themselves, they would definitely support a puppet to ascend the throne.

But after observing for a long time, Moda still couldn't figure out who the regent was going to support.

He didn't even take this opportunity to take back the military power on the border.

As the prince grew up, it was inevitable that the rift between Lian Shenwei and the little prince would become deeper and deeper. Moda thought he would find an opportunity to kill the little prince, but... this southern tour happened.

Did he intend to kill the little prince on his way to the southern tour?

Or does Lian Shenwei not want to kill him, but has enough means to control him?

The situation on Li Ningfeng's side was completely blocked. He had no accurate information and had to hold back for a while. However, the prince's southern tour was a good opportunity.

"Mu Xiang."

"exist."

Moda opened his eyelids and looked at the compassionate Buddha: "Amitabha, Lian Shenwei is a variable, and the little prince also has the appearance of a wise ruler. There are many bandits on the southern tour, so don't let them get into trouble."

Mu Xiang nodded: "Grandmaster, what you said is absolutely right."

at the same time.

The majestic ship hoisted its sails, and the mighty fleet sailed downstream southward.