Under Master Jinghui's "healing," Ji Rong quickly recovered and returned to the Ministry of Justice.
After Ji Rong took over the case of the Illusion Moon Sect, the case progressed rapidly. At this rate, it would be concluded in less than half a month.
This was undoubtedly devastating news for Yuan and Song Ziyu, who were in prison.
Upon hearing the news of Ji Rong's recovery, Madam Yuan was stunned for a long time, muttering "Impossible."
She personally planted the Golden Silkworm Gu in Ji Rong's body. Without her intervention, Ji Rong would either die or go mad, and there would be no way he could regain his senses.
"Just who exactly is Master Jinghui?!"
He was actually able to cure her Gu poison!
Song Ziyu looked dejected, clearly also affected by the news of Ji Rong's return to the Ministry of Justice: "His Majesty has always admired this man, perhaps he has some real skills."
“There are always people better than you,” he advised. “It’s come to this, Grandmother, try to think more positively.”
But Lady Yuan wouldn't listen.
Song Ziyu was unfamiliar with Miao witchcraft and could not understand the strangeness of the matter, let alone the shock in her heart.
Only a great sorceress whose magic surpasses hers can break the Golden Silkworm Gu.
If Jinghui truly possesses such abilities, then dealing with her one day would be as simple as flicking a finger.
But no matter how she tried to recall the Miao region, she couldn't remember anyone named Jinghui.
Yuan was completely baffled and fell into boundless panic.
Feeling frustrated and anxious, he vomited a mouthful of blood.
Song Ziyu was startled and called for a doctor, but Yuan Shi pulled him back and instructed, "Tell Song Lin that I...I want to see Grand Secretary Teng."
If Jinghui is indeed a Miao person hiding in the capital and is skilled in Gu magic, this matter is of utmost importance.
Madam Yuan gritted her teeth, her face extremely grim.
In early winter, light snow began to fall from the sky.
A carriage slowly came to a stop at the gate of the East Palace. Jiang Wan got out of the carriage and was about to tell Biluo to knock on the door when she saw Pei Xuan standing on the stone steps.
He wore a dark fox fur cloak, his figure was like jade, and a thin layer of white snow had settled on his shoulders.
Jiang Wan's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickened her pace, asking, "How did Your Highness know I would come today?"
They even waited at the door in advance.
"Frosty White sent a letter today. I counted the days and guessed that you would come."
Pei Xuan's voice was calm, but his eyes were filled with a smile.
Shuangbai and Zhuque traveled to Youzhou together, and they often sent messages by carrier pigeon. Among them were messages from Zhuque to Jiang Wan, reporting on their progress along the way.
Jiang Wan would naturally care.
Unexpectedly, she smiled and said, "The message is not urgent. I have something I would like to present to Your Highness today."
The two walked down the corridor and went into the house together.
A delicate, sweet fragrance filled the room, and the warmth of the charcoal fire dispelled the chill.
Noticing the fragrance, Jiang Wan smiled slightly. The incense burning in the burner was her favorite Lingxi incense.
This incense is rare in Beijing and must be transported from the far south of Lingnan. It is carefully preserved along the way, which is time-consuming and laborious.
She dislikes trouble and hasn't used it for a long time since leaving Linglong Pavilion, but she didn't expect to smell it here today.
Her brow relaxed, and her eyes brightened.
Seeing that she liked it, Pei Xuan smiled almost imperceptibly and ordered someone to serve tea.
Looking at Jiang Wan again, she had already taken something out of her sleeve and placed it on the table: "Your Highness, please take a look at this."
Pei Xuan recognized it at a glance; it was an exquisite eight-treasure box.
It's locked and requires solving a complex mechanism to open.
He thought for a moment and asked, "You want to open this? I can find some people skilled in mechanisms for you."
Jiang Wan smiled.
She was right; Pei Xuan indeed had no shortage of talented people under his command.
“No.” She gently shook her head and pushed the box forward with her delicate hand. “I have come today to present this to Your Highness.”
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