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Sang Qingxiao had left the palace on her own, and along the way, she was intercepted by some unfamiliar individuals who immediately tried to assert their authority over her. Sang Qingxiao was not one to tolerate such behavior.
She shouted out, reminding them that as a close aide to the Emperor, it was inappropriate for them to approach her during such a sensitive time. Perhaps they were genuinely concerned, perhaps they were just foolish, or maybe they were simply eager to pry into the affairs within the palace.
"Dragon Guard! Come out and apprehend these suspicious individuals! Interrogate them thoroughly!"
In these extraordinary times, everything was suspect. The hidden Dragon Guards within the palace did indeed spring into action, swiftly capturing the intruders and retreating with them, finally clearing the area.
Sang Qingxiao stepped out unobstructed into the cold wind and falling snow, slowly making her way back. It was still afternoon, the sky somewhat overcast but brightened by the white snow. The streets were deserted, creating a desolate atmosphere.
Old Vine seemed to think that ever since she entered Jingjing City, there had been no peace in this place. What was there to lament? When chaos erupted before, he hadn’t said a word. Jingjing City, the center of power—when had it ever been quiet?
Old Vine recalled seeing Xuande Emperor lying in bed; his first instinct was to pray for his survival. As long as he lived, the Great Jing Dynasty would remain stable for another day. This made Sang Qingxiao reflect: their greatest enemy, Chongjing Emperor, had already died. What was she still fighting for? Was it truly wise to bring the Sang Family back?
Even in the depths of despair, Sang Bai Jue had plans in motion. The former influence of the Sang Family would not simply dissipate because most of its members had been slain. With a wave of his hand, many would surely respond.
She wondered how far he would go; if war broke out across Great Jing, with the people suffering, wouldn’t she become a great sinner? Xiaoxiao, even if you did nothing, Sang Bai Jue would not cease his actions. But if you brought him back to Jingjing City, every move he made would be under your watchful eye. If they placed more spies around him, your concerns could be managed—far better than if he plotted in Exile Land without your knowledge.
Old Vine's reassurance lightened Sang Qingxiao's heart somewhat. She heard him laugh again. "Qi Xiaomian performed well today. When you went down there, I carefully observed his expression; he was indeed frightened but still chose to protect you."
Sang Qingxiao smiled happily; it was worth holding back and entrusting her safety to him. After witnessing that scene, she could trust him a little more.
"Did you manage to keep some of that fungus?"
"You mentioned wanting to cultivate some yourself. I didn’t take it seriously before, but after seeing its hallucinogenic effects firsthand on someone else, I plan to incorporate it into my medicine. But what do you want it for?"
"You told me before that Ink Poison Umbrella could also survive in the north; perhaps it could be useful."
Old Vine quietly informed Zheng Moru that the Emperor suspected him and was currently investigating.
Two days passed without any good news from the palace. Confused, Sang Qingxiao repeatedly asked Old Vine if that prescription was reliable.
Old Vine patted his chest in assurance. "It's just a toxic fungus; with my skills, how could I not be able to handle it?"
For two consecutive days, Qi Xiaomian had not returned and there was no news. The palace's stone tiles were too thick; Xiao Ye couldn't even manage to get a foothold.
In the dark of night, the door of the Small Tavern was knocked on. A carriage waited outside, and the driver was surprisingly a member of the Dragon Guard.
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