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Mei Ji didn’t have a good expression when she mentioned this person. “He’s just a defeated opponent of Teacher! Before Teacher came to the Western Jin, the number one strategist of the Eldest Prince’s residence was him. There’s no room for two tigers in one mountain. He couldn’t defeat Teacher and left. I heard that he recently joined Yuwen Xi.”

Su Xiaoxiao understood. Feng Xiaoran was Zhuge Qing’s sworn enemy. The herb would basically die in his hands.

Mei Ji muttered, “I don’t dare to do anything rash. I was afraid that he would recognize me and guess that Teacher wanted the herb. If that happened, he would definitely destroy the herb!”

Su Xiaoxiao paused. “I’ll think of a way.”

She went to the Princess’s Residence and saw Yuwen Xi in the study in the main courtyard.

“You’re saying that Feng Xiaoran has the herbs you want?”

“Yes.”

“Is it for treating Yi’er?”

“No.” Su Xiaoxiao shook her head. “It’s for another friend.”

Yuwen Xi had still been imprisoned in the residence for the past two days, but many soldiers had been withdrawn. The emperor’s attitude towards her had clearly loosened, so it was not difficult for her to leave the residence. It depended on whether she was willing to help Su Xiaoxiao.

“Alright, wait for me here.”

Yuwen Xi called Moxie and used his movement technique to leave the Princess’s Residence.

Feng Xiaoran lived outside the city. The two of them rode for more than two hours before arriving.

Feng Xiaoran was very surprised. He personally went out to welcome him and cupped his hands. “Your Highness!”

Yuwen Xi was wearing a black cloak. Her exquisite body exuded the charm of a mature woman in the night.

Feng Xiaoran lowered his eyes. “Come in and sit.”

“There’s no need,” Yuwen Xi said. “I came to ask you for something. I have to rush back after taking it.”

Feng Xiaoran was a little disappointed, but he still asked respectfully, “What do you want, Your Highness?”

Yuwen Xi said calmly, “A purple herb. You bought it from the Wei Nation’ merchant yesterday.”

Feng Xiaoran’s expression changed slightly. “Your Highness… why do you want that herb?”

Yuwen Xi said seriously, “To treat Yi’er.”

Feng Xiaoran smiled. “Your Highness, that herb is used to treat cold illnesses. The young royal prince has a fever. Which physician gave the young royal prince a prescription? I’m afraid he want the young royal prince’s life.”

Yuwen Xi was not a physician. She did not know this. She only thought that it would be more logical to use Yi’er as an excuse.

Feng Xiaoran looked at Yuwen Xi deeply. “Your Highness, that herb is actually not worth much. It’s useless to others, but it’s a life-saving spirit medicine to a person. Do you know who that person is?” Yuwen Xi looked at him curiously. Feng Xiaoran smiled gently. “Zhuge Qing.”

Yuwen Xi’s pupils constricted.

Feng Xiaoran mustered his courage and looked at the number one beauty of the Western Jin.

“Looks like Your Highness doesn’t know. Then I’m curious. Who asked Your Highness to take this herb? What’s his relationship with Zhuge Qing? Why did he hide the fact that Your Highness was going to treat Zhuge Qing? Your Highness, the last time at His Majesty’s birthday banquet, Zhuge Qing escape despite our meticulous planning. This time, it’s a good opportunity to kill him without any bloodshed. He’s looking for this herb, which means that he’s terminally ill. He can’t last long. He’s Your Highness’s greatest worry. If we get rid of him, we’ll get rid of the greatest stumbling block on Your Highness’s path to the throne! Wouldn’t it be faster to let him fall ill and die?”

Yuwen Xi clenched her fists.

Moxie looked at Yuwen Xi worriedly.

Feng Xiaoran continued, “Has Your Highness forgotten how you were imprisoned? If not for Zhuge Qing’s scheme to frame Your Highness, why would Your Highness fall from the clouds into the mud? Also, the young Royal Prince’s smallpox is most likely Zhuge Qing’s doing. Are you sure you won’t get rid of such a huge problem? Even if Your Highness doesn’t avenge yourself, you have to think for the young Royal Prince and the young Princess. As long as Zhuge Qing isn’t eliminated, the Princess’s Pesidence won’t be at peace.

“Your Highness, think about your own ambition. Do you really want to save Zhuge Qing?”

Yuwen Xi’s clenched fists relaxed bit by bit.

She slowly calmed down and said expressionlessly, “Give me the herb.”

As Moxie took a step forward, killing intent lingered between his eyebrows.

A trace of struggle flashed across Feng Xiaoran’s eyes. He looked away indignantly. “Your Highness, wait a moment.”

He returned to the house and walked over with a brocade box. “I just plucked the herb. It has to be used within three days. Otherwise, it will wither and lose its medicinal effects.”

Yuwen Xi opened the box and asked, “Why is it only half?”

Feng Xiaoran smiled and said, “I’ve used the other half. Don’t worry, Your Highness. This herb grows extremely well. Half is enough.”

Yuwen Xi left with MO Xie.

His subordinate walked over. “Young Master, are we giving them the herb just like that? What if Her Highness is really going to save Zhuge Qing?”

Feng Xiaoran sneered and said, “It’s fine. I’ve been secretly enduring Zhuge

Qing for so long. It’s time to prove that I’m stronger than him.”

The subordinate was at a loss. “I don’t understand. Could it be… that you gave her a fake herb?”

Feng Xiaoran dusted his wide sleeves. “The herb is real, but it was poisoned. If she doesn’t give the herb to Zhuge Qing, Zhuge Qing will definitely die. If she gives it to Zhuge Qing, Zhuge Qing will also not be able to escape the fate of being poisoned to death!”

Thinking of the scene of Zhuge Qing being poisoned to death, Feng Xiaoran was excited.

He would soon prove to the world that he was the smartest person in the world.

He returned to his room and took out the remaining half of the herb.

He was not lying. This medicinal herb was thriving. Half a stalk was already powerful enough. It was useful for him to keep it. After the alchemist gathered the rest of the herbs, he could refine a Great Nourishment Pill and offer it to the Western Jin Emperor.

He carefully placed the box away and got up to wash up.

The moon was dark and windy.

A parrot disguised as a black crow landed on the table.

Its small black wings fused with the night.

It swaggered to the box, puffed out its chest valiantly, pecked open the box with its beak, picked up the herb inside, and flew away!