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  The case of that year has long been past, and it's not something that can be explained in a few words. Moreover, now Ming Xuan is worried about Pei Jingxuan's illness and He Gui's safety, so she temporarily put aside her doubts.

  She thought for a moment and said to Chang'eng, "I've been thinking carefully, what Jian'an Bo said makes some sense. He Gu's case is very serious, even if we rush back, it won't be of much use. As for Master's leg... perhaps Xiang Ye can think of something. I'll go back and discuss with Shifu and also try to persuade Master."

  Pei Jingchen had always been suspicious and resentful of Pei Xiangyi, he didn't trust his grandfather, so from childhood to adulthood, no matter what kind of trouble or difficulty he encountered, he never opened his mouth to ask Pei Xiang for help. This time it was probably the same stubbornness, but the two poisonous weeds in Western Xia would not have fallen for a while. The fact that Yu Zhen Shitai had no progress here did not mean that there were no more capable people or masters in Zhou Dynasty who could solve this poison.

  Bai Xiang was a veteran of three dynasties, and his disciples and old friends were all over the court. It is also possible that there are other descendants who are not yet known.

  Ming Xuan couldn't bear to watch Pei Jing Chen's leg be crippled, as long as there was a glimmer of hope she wanted to try.

  Chang Geng nodded and suddenly raised his head, saying, "Grandfather, I'll advise him a few more times, he will listen. What I'm worried about is..."

  His face showed a worried expression, "The Yang family had such a big thing happen, and there is a resentment that has nowhere to vent. If our people were involved in the case of the Temple of Heaven and it was exposed, I'm afraid Yang You will use this as an excuse to attack Master and you. Although the Emperor said he didn't want to pursue it, if it gets too big, I fear he will..."

  The Emperor is an ambitious and self-serving ruler, meaning that everything he does is in his own interest. If things hadn't blown up, he might have let it slide as promised to the Marquis of Jian'an, but if it had harmed his interests, I'm afraid he wouldn't have kept his promise.

  Ming Xuan sneered and smiled, "I know. So, just do as you think."

  There is nothing absolute to rely on in this world, and it's useless to think about others' promises. The result often leads to disappointment. Only by becoming stronger oneself and taking precautions can one stand forever undefeated.

  This is the cruel reality. The law of survival, whether in the Zhou Dynasty or in modern times a thousand years later, has not changed.

  After settling the bill, a clever waiter had already driven Chang'eng's carriage to the door.

  Changgeng invited Mingxuan to get on the carriage, then he jumped onto the front of the carriage with a loud "hiss" and the horses galloped away. They headed in the direction of Qingliang Mountain, first passing through the bustling streets, then onto the flat highway, and later becoming increasingly bumpy, probably because they had reached the mountain path.

  Ming Xuan was thinking about something in her heart, and she remained silent all along the way. After a long time, the horse carriage finally came to a stop.

  A low male voice came from outside. "We're here."

  The slight jolt of the carriage awakened Ming Xuan from her reverie, and she slowly got up. She crouched down to look outside, but suddenly froze, her hand trembling as it grasped the doorframe, a look of shock and confusion on her face. Yet, still somewhat unwilling to give up, she tentatively asked, "Chang Geng, have we arrived?"

  She is afraid.

  His fear was so obvious that the man outside the car furrowed his brow, and he fell silent for a moment. After a while, he suddenly turned around and opened the car curtain with one hand, and a pair of dark and deep eyes stared straight at her, as if to penetrate her heart. Slowly, he stretched out his right hand and said expressionlessly, "Get off the bus."

  Ming Xuan involuntarily took two steps back, "When did it appear? Where's Chang Geng? Where is he?"

  Because she had something on her mind, she didn't exchange a word with Changgeng all the way. She vaguely remembered that the horse carriage only stopped twice at the sentry posts inside and outside the city, and there was nothing unusual otherwise. She hadn't heard any resistance or fighting, and Changgeng's martial arts skills were excellent. It was also because she trusted him enough to be careless and didn't notice anything unusual.

  It seems that Han Xiuding used some trick to swap Zhang Gong at those two sentry posts.

  She frowned and asked with a tone of rejection and worry, "What happened to Changgeng?"

  His eyes dimmed slightly, and he shook his head, saying in a low voice, "I just pressed a few of his acupoints, and it will be resolved after an hour. I sent someone to take him to the vicinity of Qingliang Mountain, so there's no need to worry about him."

  He waved his right hand and said, "Come down."

  Through the open curtain of the carriage, Ming Xuan saw that this should be a civilian residence in the suburbs of Shengjing. Judging from the style of the streets and houses, it seemed to have some resemblance to the rumored Dongjiao poor people's residence. She was surprised and uncertain, with Han Xiuxian bringing her here, she didn't know what he had in mind again.

  But the man in front of her was so overbearing, if she hid and dodged all the time, she would still end up being controlled by him. Rather than that, it's better to get off first and see what he's planning, temporarily hold back and use stillness to respond to his every move, which is the best strategy.

  Ming Xuan finally made up her mind, plucked up the courage to crouch down and dodge Han Xi's right hand, grabbing the carriage wall and jumping off by herself. She looked around in all directions, seeing that things were just as she had expected - the streets were narrow, the houses were dilapidated, and everything was messy and disorderly. This must be where the poor people of the eastern suburbs lived.

  What can be done here?

  She lowered her eyelids to conceal the shock and suspicion in her eyes, forcing a nonchalant expression, "I don't know what honorable Han has invited me here for?"

  Han Xiuzi gazed at Ming Huan without speaking, his eyes subtly tinged with disappointment, yet upon closer inspection, also held a hint of yearning for the beautiful memories of the past. He silently grasped the door handle of a small courtyard, and an elderly nanny responded to the sound and came out to open the door.

  The old woman seemed to say with some surprise, "It's the master who has come, come in quickly!"

  Han Xiuxiu was very polite to her, smiling and asking about the cold, after chatting for a while, he turned around and said to Ming Xuan, "Follow me."

  Ming Xuan's heart sank even more, and she turned around to glance outside the door. She saw that there were many sturdy men hiding at every corner of the street. She thought back to Han Xiulian's tactics in the past at Qingliang Temple and suspected that these people must be his hidden subordinates. Therefore, she didn't dare to escape while he was not paying attention.

  Biting his head, he had no choice but to slowly follow up.

  This is a simple small courtyard, hidden among the residential buildings in this area. From the outside, it can be called dilapidated, but after walking in, it was found that although it is very small, the layout is exquisite and the materials used are not ordinary.

  In the backyard, there is a pear blossom tree in the courtyard. Although it's not the flowering season now, the branches and leaves are lush and look fresh green. Next to the pear tree, there is a deep well surrounded by wooden fences, with a hanging ivy on the edge of the well. In the late autumn October, it looks particularly luxuriant. On the other side of the yard, there is a cluster of flowers and grasses, with a swing set up above them. When the breeze blows occasionally, the swing sways gently in the wind, presenting a cozy small household scene.

  It was as if something had stirred up a ripple in his heart.

  Ming Xuan felt a slight headache, she quietly raised her hand and pressed the temples with force for two times, the surging pain in her mind finally gradually subsided. She thought that she might have guessed it was abnormal here, this place should be where the former Ming Xuan had been before, so as soon as she arrived here, she felt a little out of control emotionally.

  She didn't want the emotions that weren't hers to occupy this body, so she could only freeze her thoughts and not let the original owner's emotions affect herself. She raised her head and spoke stiffly to Han Xiu, "If Lord Han has something to say, please speak directly, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to stay here for long."

  No matter what this place is, leaving is undoubtedly the best choice.

  The old woman heard this and looked at Ming Xuan with some suspicion, receiving Han Xi's eye signal, she also didn't say much and hastily retreated.

  Only two people with their own thoughts were left in the courtyard.

  Han Xiucheng slowly opened his mouth, "I heard that Lord Pei was poisoned by the Western Xia imperial family's secret poison, Dream Inducer?"

  He gazed at her intently, getting the answer he wanted from the changes in her facial expression. "It seems this news is true after all. The Dream-Inducing Poison may be difficult to cure, but it's not incurable. I've heard that the two most crucial herbs needed to antidote it are called Yaozhi and Baisang, which only grow deep within the ancient forests of Western Xia. They're extremely hard to find, but if we can manage to obtain them, then half the battle will be won."

  The wonders of nature! The leaves of the yew and boxwood are poisonous, but their roots are antidotes!"

  Ming Xuan was shocked and took two steps forward to ask, "The leaves are poisonous, the roots are antidotes, is that true?"

  The news was so shocking that she had forgotten how dangerous the man in front of her was, and all she could think about was finding out more.

  Han Xiuying's eyes moved slightly, "Of course it's true."

  He smiled wryly, "I not only know that the roots of Yāo Zhī Bì Sāng can cure the poison of nightmares, but I also have a method to find these two poisonous grasses."

  Ming Xuan was both shocked and delighted, but after calming down, she felt a faint chill in her heart.

  She would have known that coming to Han Xiu for help was probably the fastest and most direct way to get those two herbs, but she couldn't, not to mention her own entanglement with Han Xiu was too deep, nor did she care about those so-called reputations, in front of Pei Jingchen's safety, these were not the point.

  But she cares about Pei Jingchen's feelings.

  Although Ming Xuan and Pei Jingchen have been married for only a few months, they are extremely close, with no secrets between them. Their understanding of each other is probably deeper than that of couples who have been together for years. She knows he doesn't want her to ask Han Xiou for help because of his leg, as this concerns a man's dignity. Before things become irretrievable, she also doesn't want to carelessly cross this line.

  But now, things have changed again.

  The Western Xia army is now together, which means that He Gui's side has failed in their actions. Now she only hopes that He Gui and his party can return safely, and no longer sees this trip as an opportunity to obtain the poisonous grass, that hope has been extinguished.

  The long eyelashes of Ming Xuan trembled slightly, "I want to get this jade branch and green mulberry."

  She looked up at him, daring for the first time to meet his gaze directly. "I want those two poisonous weeds! Tell me, what's the condition."

  Han Xiou brought her here, and once again saw through her mind, expressing her greatest desire at this moment in such a tempting way. She didn't believe he had no requirements, and would unconditionally hand over the poisonous grass with both hands. So now she really wants to know what his conditions are.

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