"I will do my best." Sheng Zhengye said, his eyes firm.

"Yes." The emperor nodded and said to Mr. Sheng, "Okay, Han Mo is about to have a spring exam. He is still able to become an official and can help with his job. You should relax."

"That's true." Old Marquis Sheng smiled.

"Okay, Zhiyao, your grandmother insists that I come out to see you. She is worried about you so much in the palace." After the emperor said that, he ordered Eunuch Cui who was following him, "Go and bring in the things that Lan Wen sent."

"Yes, the emperor." Eunuch Cui responded and quickly retreated.

"You said, "You didn't want her to go, can you be injured?" The old marquis glared at the emperor.

"Oh, you are so petty, don't I feel sorry for Zhiyao being hurt? Isn't this abusing that brat to avenge Zhiyao?" The emperor looked like you were ungrateful.

Mr. Sheng was angry and laughed: "You smelly old man, that's enough."

At this time, Eunuch Cui walked in with a bunch of boxes, and the emperor directed, "Open."

"Yes, the emperor."

"Well, you guys, bring all the things here." The emperor ordered the eunuch beside him.

"Yes." Everyone stepped forward and moved the boxes in.

"Everything is opened." The emperor said again.

Eunuch Cui responded and quickly opened a box.

The box contains a dragon-patterned incense burner carved with white jade. There is an elegant smell in the incense burner, which seems to be able to calm the mind.

At this time, Eunuch Cui took out another exquisite brocade box, which contained a ginseng, which was obviously a priceless medicinal herb.

"This is..." Sheng Zhengye asked in surprise.

"Your grandma asked me to bring it to you," the emperor said with a smile, "This ginseng is a good thing. It has the effects of promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, reducing swelling and relieving pain. Your injury is not light, so you have to be treated slowly."

Hearing the emperor's words, Old Marquis Sheng's face changed slightly, and then said, "Things are good things, but it's a pity that Zhiyao can't eat them."

"Why can't you eat it?" the emperor asked in confusion, "This is something that Lan Wen specially chose."

The old marquis hesitated for a moment and said, "I will not be compensated for the deficiency!"

Hearing this sentence, the emperor was stunned: "What did you say?"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" The emperor glanced at Mr. Sheng with some reproach, and then said, "You can keep the ginseng. Maybe you can make some other medicines to use as much as possible."

After hearing the emperor's words, Mr. Sheng was unhappy: "I knew you were not so kind. I discovered that the pills made by Zhiyao these days are amazing. I want to get its recipe here?"

"Hahaha, you old man is really smart." The emperor laughed heartily.

"I just said, you must have come to Zhiyao because of this medicine. I said, "What do you want to do?" The old marquis stared at the emperor and said.

The emperor said innocently, "I don't want the formula, and I can't make it even if I give it to it. It's better to give me a few more pieces."

"Bah, don't think I don't know what you meant." Old Marquis Sheng glared.

"You stinky old man, you really don't know the good people's hearts. This prescription is the treasure of your Sheng family. I just want a few, and I'm not asking you for it." The emperor said provocatively.

Mr. Sheng was so angry that he was about to speak, but Sheng Zhiyao interrupted: "Okay, Grandpa, Grandpa, you two quarrel so badly that my head hurts."

"Okay, okay, let's stop arguing, Zhiyao, you have a good rest." The emperor said quickly, then used a color on Old Marquis Sheng, and the two of them walked out of the room.

Feng Yuanchen helped Sheng Zhiyao to the edge of the bed, reached out and touched her head: "Go to rest early, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes." Sheng Zhiyao nodded.

Feng Yuanchen turned around and walked out of the door.

Sheng Zhiyao looked at Feng Yuanchen's departure back and suddenly felt empty in her heart, as if something was missing.

"Zhiyao,

You have a good rest, and your mother is back." Seeing that Sheng Zhiyao had nothing to do, Qi Xinyue asked and stepped out.

Sheng Zhiyao was left alone in the room.

The emperor and the old marquis came to the study room. The old marquis sat down and began to flip through the heavy books on the bookshelf. It seemed that he was concentrating on studying. In fact, his attention was not on those books at all, but on other things.

"Li Xin, look at this." The emperor handed the old marquis a secret letter, "Is there any good way for the plan you told me last time?"

"Yes." The old marquis glanced at the text on the letter casually, and then said, "It's just that, I'm afraid you will need some effort."

After hearing this, the emperor frowned and pondered for a moment before looking up and said, "You are right, it really takes some thought."

The old marquis sighed and shook his head: "This plan is a bit difficult to implement."

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong this time?" The emperor's face suddenly darkened when he heard this.

"Don't be excited for now." The old marquis waved his hand, "Look at this letter carefully, it contains some content about the secret techniques of the witch clan. It also lists many taboos of the witch clan."

Before the old marquis finished speaking, the emperor's face suddenly sank: "What do you think you should do?"

"Let them go." The old marquis frowned.

"Okay." The emperor pondered for a moment, "In the name of sending Zi Chu back to Western Chu, I will go to the witch clan to have a look."

"That's right, they're better than us, and they won't be alert to the enemy."

The emperor nodded: "Well, then do it like this. Go and tell them, and set off as soon as Lan Wen's birthday is over."

"Okay." The old marquis nodded and agreed.

After the emperor left the study, the old marquis sat on the chair and fell silent.

At this time, Feng Yuanchen knocked on the door and walked in.

"Master, what are you thinking?"

The old marquis calmed down the messy thoughts in his heart and looked at him: "Have there anything unusual about Sang Min recently?"

"No, he knew that Qi Xiang Feng Yuanqing was beheaded, so he was very calm. He probably had guessed it a long time ago and had no major reaction." Feng Yuanchen replied respectfully.

After hearing Feng Yuanchen's words, the old marquis nodded: "Send a few people to monitor his actions at all times and don't let him leave the capital."

"Yes, the disciple understands." Feng Yuanchen bowed, "Master, does Grandpa Emperor want me to take Zhiyao to the Witch Clan?"

The old marquis nodded: "Well, you heard it?"

"But Zhiyao is still very weak now. Will it be too fast to set off after the fifteenth?" Feng Yuanchen said worriedly.

The old marquis glanced at Feng Yuanchen: "What do you think?"

"I think..." Feng Yuanchen hesitated for a while, "Don't rush for a moment."
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