Shen Zhiyi took out a human skin mask from her bag and put it on Duan Xingzhi.
"Here." She handed over a portable bronze mirror, held it up to Duan Xingzhi, and looked at it with satisfaction from left to right. "This way, no one will recognize you."
Duan Xingzhi looked at the young man in the mirror. He had delicate features and a refined and elegant appearance, which was very different from his own.
He looked slightly surprised.
"When was this done?" He raised his finger and touched his face; the texture was so realistic that it was impossible to tell unless you touched it.
Shen Zhiyi chuckled softly, "It was left to me by my master."
"When traveling the martial world, if you want to remain anonymous, how can you do so smoothly without these things to help you?"
She tilted her head and leaned closer to him, blinking her eyes. "Call me 'sister' and let me hear it?"
Duan Xingzhi chuckled helplessly, "Ayi."
"Stop fooling around."
Shen Zhiyi pouted, "Boring."
She pulled out a veil, put it on, and became happy again, smiling with her eyes crinkling, "Anyway, whether you like it or not, you'll be my brother all this way."
...
After traveling for several days, they finally arrived in the capital.
Thanks to their disguise and the fact that no one had ever seen Shen Zhiyi before, the soldiers guarding the city did not recognize them.
The two entered the city without incident and indeed saw notices posted everywhere.
There are two portraits of Duan Xingzhi painted on it.
One wore an eagle-head mask, the other revealed a murderous true face.
They exchanged a glance, then calmly left the crowd.
The night was as dark as ink.
Two figures, like ghosts, silently scaled the high wall of the Prime Minister's residence.
Duan Xingzhi put his arm around Shen Zhiyi's waist, evaded the guards, and in a few leaps, he had already sneaked into the Prime Minister's room.
Chancellor Zhang De was awakened from his sleep by the noise.
When I opened my eyes, I was so scared that I almost fell off the bed when I saw two people standing by the bed.
"Help! Remove the thorns—"
Duan Xingzhi thrust his sword horizontally, pressing it against Duan's neck. His aura was cold and extremely intimidating.
"Guest." Zhang De swallowed the word back down.
He stood frozen in place, his back covered in cold sweat.
His old face was deathly pale.
"What...what do you want to do?"
"Assassinating a high-ranking official of the imperial court is a serious crime!"
"Your Excellency," Duan Xingzhi said calmly, "we are not here to assassinate you, but to treat the Crown Prince."
"Treat the Crown Prince?" Zhang De glanced down, staring fearfully at the gleaming blade of the sword, not daring to move. "Who exactly are you?"
Shen Zhiyi took out an antique-style jade pendant and said in a clear, cold voice, "I am Shen Zhiyi, and I am a disciple of the world's number one divine physician."
She pressed her fingertip on the mechanism in the center of the jade pendant.
The central pattern flips over, revealing an intricate herbal totem that emits a faint blue light.
Zhang De's pupils suddenly contracted.
This is a personal heirloom of the legendary healer, extremely difficult to counterfeit.
"Dr. Shen...you really are Dr. Shen!" Zhang De almost rushed over excitedly, but dared not approach due to the sharp sword light.
Suppressing his excitement, he said in a trembling voice, "I have sent people to search for you for so many years, but there has been no news of you."
"I never expected you to come to the Prime Minister's residence on your own initiative!"
"It's truly fate!"
He was so excited that he became incoherent.
He even forgot to ask who the cold, imposing man beside him was.
"Prime Minister, there is no time to lose," Shen Zhiyi reminded him.
"Yes, yes!" Zhang De exclaimed as if waking from a dream, "Saving the Crown Prince is the most important thing!"
Duan Xingzhi sheathed his longsword.
Zhang De, without bothering to straighten his clothes, lowered his voice and said, "Follow me, we'll take the secret passage!"
The Eastern Palace was heavily guarded.
Although the Third Prince could not enter, he sent people to guard the gate of the East Palace.
On the surface, it's about protecting the emperor's elder brother.
In reality, it was to prevent others from approaching and treating the crown prince.
What he didn't know was that there was a secret passage in the Prime Minister's residence that led directly to the Eastern Palace.
This was a precaution taken by the Crown Prince when he was still lucid.
Unexpectedly, it has indeed come in handy now.
Zhang De strode to the bookshelf, turned an inconspicuous vase, and the study wall slowly slid open, revealing the entrance to a deep secret passage behind it.
Duan Xingzhi protected Shen Zhiyi and followed Zhang De into the secret passage.
As they came out, they happened to encounter a maid carrying a food tray, sneaking towards the prince's bedroom.
"Who are you?!" Zhang De stopped her.
When the maid saw Zhang De, she trembled in surprise. "Prime Minister, what are you doing in the Eastern Palace so late?"
Zhang De squinted, "When did it become your place to interfere in my affairs?"
The maid was so frightened that she knelt down.
"This servant misspoke."
"What are you carrying?" Zhang De asked warily, staring at the food plate.
The maid lowered her head and said respectfully, "The concubine was worried about the Crown Prince's health. When she heard from the imperial physician that the Crown Prince was unconscious and unable to eat, only able to drink some medicine, she personally brewed this tonic soup. It took her all day to prepare just one bowl."
"I specifically instructed the servant to deliver it."
Zhang De used a silver needle to test for poison.
The silver needle did not change color.
He felt relieved, waved his hand, and was about to tell the maid to leave when Shen Zhiyi stopped him.
"etc."
She stepped forward, examined the tonic soup carefully, and frowned as she looked at Zhang De. "Prime Minister, may I see His Highness the Crown Prince's prescription?"
“Of course.” Zhang De nodded and sent someone to fetch the prescription.
The maid immediately tensed up.
Seeing that Shen Zhiyi was wearing a veil, she assumed that she was a wandering doctor that the Prime Minister had found in his haste, and hurriedly said, "My lord, the concubine instructed that His Highness should drink this soup as soon as possible, otherwise it will not be good if it gets cold."
"What's the rush?" Shen Zhiyi's smile was calm, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Your Highness is weak. If you can't handle the nourishment, can you take responsibility for that?"
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