The snake sprang up agilely, its sinister eyes fixed on Jing Yuane again, and its long body shot over like an arrow off the string.

  "Wan Er!" Pei Tan drew out the long sword on the wall, flipped his wrist and directly cut off the snake's seven inches.

  The snake's head fell to the ground, but it still hadn't died, and with a long hiss, it spat out its venom.

  Jing Wan'er felt her entire arm go numb and stiff, with stars flashing before her eyes.

  Pai Dang took out his sword and walked over, flipping over Jing Yu's bitten hand, the blade quickly slashing open a bloody wound on her white arm.

  In an instant, the blood flowing out was already a deep purple color.

  The venom of this snake is very potent.

  Pei Tan immediately wrapped his arms around Jing Wanyu, who had already fainted, and rushed out the door.

  As soon as he went out, Pei Tan saw and heard the sound of Pei County appearing quickly to wait for orders. He took a look: "Go to the morgue and bring Bi Luo over."

  Pei's gaze swept quickly over Jing Wanyan in his arms, a look of astonishment flashing across his face.

  Pei Tan carried Jing Wanyu into the study, carefully placing her in a chair. People who had been poisoned by snakes were most afraid of lying still, as the severe poison would attack the heart and there would be no chance of saving them.

  The blue-robed guard appeared silently at the door, "Young master, what's wrong?"

  "Pei Tan immediately looked over: 'She's been bitten by a snake, help her get it out.'"

  The venom of this snake is so potent that even bloodletting would be too late, and it's likely to spread rapidly to the five internal organs.

  With a flicker of her emerald eyes, she immediately appeared beside Jing Wanyan.

  Jing Wan'er had already lost consciousness. Bi Luo immediately reached out and grasped her wrist, where the pulse was extremely weak.

  "Please wait outside, young master." The blue-clad guard said calmly.

  Pei Tan looked at Jing Wanyu's pale face, and at this time, letting an internal force expert use his inner breath to force out the snake venom might still have a way to survive. But it was just a gamble after all.

  "Whatever the outcome, inform me immediately." Pei Tan left the study with a glance at the blue-robed guard.

  The yamen runners were always late, each with a frightened and bewildered expression: "Your Honor, what's happened?"

  Pei Tan's gaze swept over them one by one: "Who was it who just sent hot water into the house?"

  He has never given such an order.

  The officials all looked bewildered, staring at each other in confusion.

  It's impossible for someone to run away in such a short time, and besides, Dali Temple is not a place where one can come and go as they please.

  "Everyone stay here, no one is allowed to leave without my order."

  The yamen runners all hung their heads with different expressions on their faces. Two of them secretly glanced around, subconsciously wanting to hide their figures.

  As long as Jing Wan'er wakes up, she will recognize the person who sent her hot water.

  It's clear that if anyone wants to escape, they can only hope that Jing Wanyan doesn't wake up.

  Everyone stayed in the courtyard, waiting for the moment of life and death.

  After a long time, the door of the study was opened. The blue-clad guard still looked indifferent, but his face was slightly pale.

  He nodded slightly in response.

  Pei Tan immediately turned around and entered the study, only to see Jing Wanyu lying weakly on the desk, her eyelids seeming to move slightly. But she was still unconscious.

  Outside the yamen, a man in the back row suddenly lifted his foot and ran, but he clearly didn't run two steps before a sharp blade was at his neck. Pei Shouzhuang coldly asked: "Where are you going?"

  That man suddenly revealed a ferocious expression, drew out the knife from his waist and started fighting with County Magistrate Pei.

  Pei Tan heard the movement inside the house, his eyes gleaming with a chilly light. He took off his outer robe and draped it over Jing Wanyan. Originally, Bi Luo was present, and no one could have escaped, but now Bi Luo had just exhausted his true energy to save Jing Wanyan, and he too was equally weak.

  As for Pei Shiwei, he was seriously injured all over his body just a few days ago when saving Lin Jingjing.

  This ring after another, the person behind is clearly step by step pressing on.

  The sound of clashing swords continued in the courtyard, and two more people rushed out from among the crowd of yamen attendants to join forces with the previous one, fighting against Pei Shuaiwei.

  At one time, three traitors emerged, and the other yamen runners were completely caught off guard, standing pale-faced in the courtyard.

  "Leave a way out."

  Bì luò nodded slightly.

  In Pei Datong's Dali Temple, he wildly injured people in public. If he could still escape afterwards, that would be a joke to the world.

  "Arrest all traitors."

  The yamen runners all drew their knives, and it was clear how they should behave at this time. Although the martial arts of the Dalisi Temple's yamen runners were mediocre, there were not a few people, and with more than a dozen people surrounding and attacking three, it should be said that there was no reason for failure.

  Three men were seen jumping onto the wall, and one of them jumped down, leaving two behind. After seriously injuring two intercepting officials, he escaped swiftly.

  One of the two remaining men looked flustered and his moves became disordered. He was subdued by the two constables, one on either side, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

  "Sir, we've caught one!" Before the bailiff's words had even fallen, they saw the person who was caught move their lips slightly, suddenly turn pale, and blood slowly flow from the corner of their mouth. They just fell to the ground dead like that.

  "Beware, their mouths have poison sacs!"

  Pei Shuaiwei coldly glanced over, just as another was about to bite the poison and end his life, Bi Luo suddenly popped out a stone from mid-air in front of the door, knocking that person unconscious.

  All the yamen runners' knives were at the man's throat, their faces pale with fear.

  Pei Shuaiwei stepped forward and removed the pouch from under the man's chin, taking out the poisonous sac from his mouth.

  "Who sent you?" asked Pei Shiwei coldly.

  Sneaking into the Temple of Great Wisdom and even killing someone, it's simply unimaginable who in Chang'an would have such audacity. Openly contemptuous of the Son of Heaven's laws.

  That man glared fiercely at County Pei, looking like a tough nut to crack.

  "First lock him up in the big prison, and wait for the master's disposition."

  Pei Tan had already picked up Jing Wanyu and put her on the bed to rest, the wound on her arm had been carefully bandaged.

  Pei Shuaiwei slowly came to the door, "Young Master, we have investigated the files of those three people, their background is clean, and they are not related to any aristocratic families."

  These dead men walking, with poison in their mouths, are always ready to die. Apart from this, even if they are investigated thoroughly, they seem like a shadow that does not exist in the world. Each person is a carefully cultivated killing tool.

  Even if the Pei family raised dead soldiers, they would still be carefully selected... people like this.

  Pei Tan said, "The yamen runners of the Grand Court are all on file with the Ministry of Punishment. If three strangers appear at once, it's absolutely not a coincidence." But if you really want to drag in the Ministry of Punishment, you'll only find that their waters run even deeper.

  Pei Shuaiwei did not speak for a moment, the Ministry of Punishment was the territory of the Wei family.

  Could it be that the imperial family of today's emperor and prime minister arranged for an assassin?

  "No need to investigate," Pei Tan stood up from the bedside, his face calm and cold as he looked at his guard, "Who else in the entire city of Chang'an would want Jing Wanyan's life?"

  Is Jing Wan'er important? It's precisely because she isn't that this assassination seems so bizarre.

  Raising a Dead Warrior is not as simple as raising a Guardian, and only a few aristocratic families in Chang'an can afford to raise one.

  One by one, it can be ruled out that these people have no reason to kill a little girl.

  "Could it be that we've killed the wrong person?" said Pei Shiwei involuntarily.

  But from the young master's eyes, he felt as if Pei Tan already seemed to know something.

  The feeling of the snake's venom was like drowning, and Jing Wanyu suddenly felt suffocated, coughing out loud. She saw the figure of a man sitting beside her bed.

  "Adult?"

  Pei Tan held a bowl of clear water in his hand: "Do you feel better?"

  Jing Wan'er stared blankly: "Thank you, sir, for saving me." She only remembered the cut on her wrist made by Pei Tan, at that time her arm had already lost all sensation, and she couldn't even feel the pain of the knife wound.

  Jing Wan'er's body has now been completely rid of the snake venom, but she has lost a lot of blood and is extremely thirsty.

  A bowl of water was drunk clean, and Jing Wanyan's pale face recovered a bit.

  "Do you think in Chang'an, who would want your life?" Pei Tan's eyes were clear and deep, gazing at the girl's cheek.

  Jing Wan'er's whole body shook slightly, and she slowly lowered her head.

  She looked frail and powerless, but it was this harmless-looking figure that not only personally handled the corpses, but also set up a chain of traps in Wuzhou, killing the son of the current Prime Minister.

  "Zong Chuke." Jing Yuanyu's eyes were deep and unfathomable.

  No one would kill a lowly corpse-handling palace maid, nor did anyone remember her humble identity as a descendant of the Jin family. She had no enemies in Chang'an, and no one wanted her dead.

  Except for the Ministry of Works.

  Pei Tan said slowly: "The other day you appeared with me on the street, and must have been seen by people from the Shangshu Fu."

  He then told Zhong Chuke, which led to his own demise.

  Jing Wan'er's pale hands were clasped together.

  Around the Da Li Temple, there is no place where snakes can be caught. Who brought in such a venomous snake?

  Jing Wan'er said, "I and the adults got off at the entrance of the inn, and left the carriage. Unless they had already set up an ambush at Wenxi Inn."

  Only then can Jing Wan'er and Pei Tan be discovered.

  The two of them deliberately kept a low profile that day, and even the inn's waiter thought they were just one of the many candidates taking the imperial examination.

  "During these days, don't leave the Dali Temple again."

  Although the temple of Dali is no longer safe, the three assassins have just been exposed and it's unlikely they will make another attempt.

  Jing Wan'er bowed her head again: "Because of Wan'er's fault, it has brought trouble to the adults and the Temple of Justice."

  "Without you, Dali Temple would still have troubles."

  In Jing Wan'er's words, the surroundings of Wenxi Inn had been ambushed by people long ago. Why did those people ambush there? All this was from the coffin sent into Dalit Temple by Qian Niuwei.

  Trouble has finally found its way here.

  Now the two masters of the Pei family in Dalit Temple, Pei County, are seriously injured. The temple's attendants are at odds with each other, and the two young girls who almost died have only one healthy person, Pei Tan.

  That living mouth that entered the big prison, the dead soldier's mouth is not so easily pried open, this is also a smelly stone in the latrine.

  "Adults, it is suggested to use torture to extort a confession." As expected, an officer in charge of interrogation came forward to report.

  The Dalisi Temple was not short of torture instruments, but since Pei Tan, the head of the Dalisi Temple, had a gentle style, those instruments had not been used since he took office.

  Even severe punishment may not necessarily pry open one's mouth, but at least it can be tried.

  "I'll go take a look."

  In the prison, it was gloomy and damp, with a living person hanging in one of the rooms, surrounded by two bailiffs who were interrogating.

  "Was it the Ministry of War that sent you?" Pei Tan asked softly as he walked up to him.

  That deadpan face was wooden, but the disdain in his eyes seemed intentional for Pei Tan to see.

  This represents that the people he is loyal to are much stronger than the Shangshu Fu.