Originally, He Yunxiao was the only junior member of the Marquis of Wuqing's household. Without the comparison of his peers, He Yuanhao and Zhang Jingxian sometimes felt that He Yunxiao's performance was quite good. Although they didn't praise him directly, they were much more amiable in their words and actions.
Ever since Jiang Wuyou moved into the Marquis's mansion, He Yunxiao had a peer to compare himself to, and his originally decent behavior immediately became extremely bad.
This led to He Yuanhao frequently disliking He Yunxiao.
He Yunxiao felt quite aggrieved, as he hadn't done anything wrong, yet he was being targeted for no reason.
That's incredibly difficult.
After eating lunch in a state of fear and trepidation, He Yunxiao slipped away to Jinxian Courtyard to find the girl who had the antidote.
During the day, Kinken-in Temple looked much normal, with nothing particularly special about it except that it was still sparsely populated.
I knocked on the door and was led to the waiting room by a maid.
After a while, the antidote arrived as promised.
...
In the palace, Meng Qingqian was reading memorials.
A subordinate came to report: "Your Highness, the Minister of Works requests an audience and asks you to move aside to discuss matters."
When Meng Qingqian heard that Yang Xingguang had arrived, she knew that he was probably there because of Yang Zhe.
"Let him wait. I need to see the memorial."
"Yes." The subordinate took his leave.
A moment later, another subordinate reported: "Your Highness, He Yunxiao is in the Jinxian Courtyard."
Meng Qingqian slammed the folded document on the table with a "bang." What's the point of reading this folded document? I'm not reading it anymore!
"Prepare the carriage, I am going to Jinxian Academy."
Fifteen minutes later, Meng Qingqian appeared on time in the reception room of Jinxian Courtyard.
She strode into the house with a brisk pace and shouted, "He Yunxiao!"
He Yunxiao: "Huh?"
"What? You!" Meng Qingqian was about to speak when she saw that there were still maids serving her, so she said, "All of you, leave."
After dismissing the maids, Meng Qingqian said, "He Yunxiao, you broke your promise! You actually told Li Jin about the handkerchief!"
He Yunxiao argued, "I didn't tell him. I only mentioned the word 'handkerchief' to him. Besides, with Li Jin's intelligence, even if I told him directly, he wouldn't understand."
"On the contrary, it's you!" He Yunxiao turned the tables on Li Qingmeng, "Did you tell Li Gongqin about me redeeming Jiang Wuyou from her servitude?"
Dressed in men's clothing, Meng Qingqian sat opposite He Yunxiao, her arms crossed over her chest, saying, "He Yunxiao, don't think too highly of yourself. Even if my Li family has some connections in Yinjing, we won't waste our energy on you."
He Yunxiao didn't believe the antidote nonsense at all. "You think I'm unimportant? If you think I'm unimportant, then give me my freedom and the bell from the Soul-Devouring Pill!"
He Yunxiao extended his hand to Li Qingmeng, "Fine, since I'm dispensable, then give me the bell."
Meng Qingqian didn't hesitate at all, "No!"
He Yunxiao sneered. Women are all like that. They say "no" with their mouths, but their bodies are more honest than they can be. She keeps saying "you're not important" when it comes to the antidote, but when it comes to actually getting the bell to control her, she absolutely refuses to give it to her.
“I’ve already taught Li Jin a lesson, so I’ll let you off this time. But from now on, don’t let me hear the word ‘handkerchief’ again. Otherwise, don’t blame me for ringing the bell,” Meng Qingqian said.
He Yunxiao was not at all surprised that Li Jin was taught a lesson. However, he did not expect that the antidote could bypass Meng Qingqian and personally teach Li Jin a lesson in the palace.
Meng Qingqian is a complete power-hungry individual, as evidenced by the heavily guarded Changhe Palace. Li Qingmeng's audacity in overstepping Meng Qingqian's authority suggests their relationship is far from ordinary. Meng Qingqian has complete trust in the antidote.
He Yunxiao said with a serious expression, "Miss Li, I have a question for you, and I hope you will answer it truthfully."
Meng Qingqian thought that He Yunxiao was sensible and dared not touch the handkerchief, so she smiled and said, "Go ahead."
"What exactly is your relationship with Meng Qingqian?" He Yunxiao asked.
Meng Qingqian's pupils dilated suddenly at those words, and for a moment, her mind went blank, unable to think of anything.
Did He Yunxiao realize that "Li Qingmeng" was actually me?
What to do? What to do? What to do? What to do? ...
Where's the bell? Found it. Now, I have no choice but to kill him to silence him… No, calm down. Killing He Yunxiao will force Marquis Wuqing to rebel, and the Meng family's empire will be in grave danger… Not killing him? If I don't kill him, how will I ever have the face to live in this world again…
"Miss Li?" He Yunxiao noticed the strange look on the antidote's face and couldn't help but ask.
The antidote looks so strange now, its face is turning white and red in turns, as if it has been subjected to a combination of ice and fire.
"Miss Li, are you alright? Should we call the imperial physician?"
Meng Qingqian tried to remain calm, but she couldn't. The mental breakdown caused by the social death had affected her entire body. Her lips were dry, her muscles were numb, her whole body was stiff, she had difficulty breathing, her thighs were tightly pressed together, she had an intense urge to urinate, and the little toes on her feet were constantly curled back, as if she wanted to dig a hole in the floor.
"I...I'm fine."
He Yunxiao looked at the antidote, and the more he looked, the more something seemed wrong.
"Miss Li, let me fetch the imperial physician for you."
Meng Qingqian's body and will were on the verge of collapse. With her last bit of strength, she gritted her teeth and argued, "I'm not a palace person, so I don't need the imperial physician."
He Yunxiao said, "You are Meng Qingqian's confidant, and your relationship seems quite special. What's wrong with using your privileges to invite an imperial physician?"
Meng Qingqian: ? ? ?
Am I Meng Qingqian's confidant?
Upon hearing He Yunxiao's words, Meng Qingqian instantly realized that he had no idea she knew who he was.
With the deadly social crisis resolved and a positive mindset gradually returning, Meng Qingqian's discomfort throughout her body subsided like a receding tide.
She was gasping for air, as if she were a drowning person regaining her breath.
"Miss Li?" He Yunxiao asked tentatively.
Although the various physical discomforts have subsided, the urge to urinate at the last minute has not disappeared.
Meng Qingqian squeezed her legs together, her expression unchanged as she faced He Yunxiao.
"There's no need to call the imperial physician. I'm fine."
"Are you really alright?" He Yunxiao asked.
Meng Qingqian subconsciously tightened her leg. She repeated, "It's okay."
He Yunxiao nodded and continued his question: "What is your relationship with Meng Qingqian?"
When He Yunxiao asked the question again, Meng Qingqian was no longer flustered; this "relationship" was not the same as that "relationship".
“Just tell me what you want to ask,” she said.
He Yunxiao nodded and said, "This matter concerns the fate of the Qi Kingdom, but I cannot tell you easily. There is a prerequisite: you and Meng Qingqian must have a very close relationship. You might even be able to make a promise on her behalf temporarily."
Meng Qingqian's pretty face showed neither joy nor sorrow: "Sure. Xiaoyue and I grew up together and are of one mind. I can make the decision for her. Go ahead and say it."
He Yunxiao cleared his throat, left his seat, walked to Li Qingmeng's side, and whispered in her ear.
The man's breath brushed against her face, making Meng Qingqian's face tingle. This sensation intensified her physical sensations.
Meng Qingqian instinctively placed her fair, delicate hands on her lower abdomen, feeling that she was about to break down.
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