Meng Zixian hadn't even stepped into the door when she heard the man's voice and the muffled sounds of punches and kicks. She instantly became alert like a cat with its fur blown off.

She felt hands behind her back approaching her, and her pupils dilated, and she kicked at the back of her foot.

Her feet were grabbed and pulled into the embrace, and the familiar smell of mint lingered at the tip of her nose, causing her face to redden for a moment.

"Shh."

Song Que whispered next to her ear.

"The emperor is inside. I'm going in to relieve myself."

"The Emperor is interested in you now. You have to 'weaken' him and dispel his thoughts."

When Song Que spoke, his breath was in her ears. After a while, her ears turned red all the way down to her neck.

"Go." Song Que pushed her away and walked towards the palace.

Meng Zixian quickly ran to the back of the chamber and jumped over the wall.

The wall at the back was very high, and when he went up he hit his knees and finally managed to climb over it.

With a 'whoosh', she rushed into the room, threw herself beside the basin, splashed water on her face, and wiped it with the handkerchief. She hurriedly rubbed her face until it was bright red.

She undid her clothes as she searched for them, then quickly changed them.

While she was busy, Song Qishen rushed over. He held his breath and respectfully said, "Your majesty."

To the important officials of the country, they wouldn't have Gu Jingyuan's carefree days without them. Therefore, Gu Jingyuan still respected Song Qishen.

"What is it?"

"Your majesty, during the horse competition earlier, the Southern Barbaric Kingdom brought up the matter of lowering taxes to this subject."

"What!" Gu Jingyuan suddenly raised his tone. He was very displeased.

"What the hell are they? They actually dared to haggle with me. Have they forgotten how they were beaten up by me all those years ago?"

Gu Jingyuan boasted shamelessly. It was clearly something that the ancestors had used their blood and sweat to make the surrounding countries slightly afraid.

Song Que lowered his head and showed an almost imperceptible mocking smile. He raised his head again and said, "Just now, they even offered a batch of beauties."

When Gu Jingyuan heard this, his eyes filled with anticipation: "Hahaha, at least they know what's good for them."

"Let's go, let's go with us. We want to see what kind of beauty she is. If we are satisfied with her, we can still have some exchanges regarding taxes." Gu Jingyuan laughed loudly.

Just as he was about to leave, the door was pushed open. Meng Zixian walked towards him weakly with a red face and a cough.

"How dare you! I've called for you for a long time, you actually only came out now!"

Gu Jingyuan pointed at Meng Zi and scolded her. Who would have thought that Meng Zixian would walk forward in a panic and stumble over her clothes. Then, she gave a huge kowtow.

"Your majesty, please forgive chenqie's sin!"

"Chenqie, when chenqie was in a coma just now, I vaguely heard the emperor call for chenqie, and she struggled out of her slumber." Meng Zixian spoke as if she was desperately trying to explain.

"Chenqie is guilty, but I beg you, Your Majesty, to remember Chenqie's heart day and night, and forgive me!"

Meng Zixian suddenly "coughed", as if she wanted to vomit her lungs out. She bit the pill in her mouth, spat out "blood" on the ground, and fell unconscious.

"If he's dead, then leave him at the unmarked cemetery."

When Gu Jingyuan saw this, he couldn't help but feel disgusted. Clutching his nose, he flicked his sleeves and left, not caring about whether it was a punishment or not.

When Song Que left, he inadvertently looked at the woman on the ground. The woman's body was trembling, he didn't think that it was more appropriate for women to hold back their laughter because of fear.

Thinking of this, Song Que couldn't help but laugh and leave behind Gu Jingyuan.

After waiting for the others to leave, Ling'er struggled up from the ground and shouted in panic, "Little Lord, are you alright?"

Meng Zixian suddenly looked up, stood up, and patted the dirt off of her body. She couldn't hold back the smile on her face.

"Hahaha." Meng Zixian smiled. She almost applauded her acting skills. Luckily, she liked to collect strange and rare things, which made her useful.

With this, Gu Jingyuan was definitely scared out of his wits. He thought that she was' terminally ill 'and had a harem of three thousand. Who would be willing to sleep in the same bed with a sickly woman?

"Little Lord, you scared me to death!" After Ling'er finished speaking, she fainted.

It was at this point that Meng Zixian noticed Ling'er, who was covered with wounds.

She told Ling'er not to let anyone near the door. This was actually aimed at Ling'er. Gu Jingyuan was the emperor, and Ling'er had risked her life to stop him and had been beaten up by Gu Jingyuan.

When Gu Jingyuan entered, he would find that there was no one inside, so Ling'er risked her life to stop him.

Meng Zixian couldn't help but have this guess.

Meng Zixian carried Ling'er into the room. Looking at Ling'er's scarred face, her heart trembled. "Why .. why are you helping me like this?" she muttered.

The Golden Sore Medicine he used to treat wounds was now being used on Ling'er.

After Song Que came, he didn't come again. He was probably really busy with national affairs, but he sent some people to deliver the news.

Meng Zixian read the note.

I'm not always able to clean you up. And, Pa, as soon as you can.

After he finished reading, the paper was placed on top of the candle flame, and the smell of paste filled the room.

Today, she had gained nothing from someone from the Huai clan, but now that she couldn't do it, she could only use undercover methods.

She put on her night clothes and waited until deep into the night, all the way to Lord Huai's sleeping quarters.

After familiarly entering the room, she slowly approached Honorable Huai, and walked to the bedside. Just as she lifted the curtain, who would have thought ..

Duke Huai jolted awake, and he suddenly opened his eyes. Her mouth opened wide in an attempt to scream. Meng Zi skillfully pressed on her acupoint, causing her mouth to freeze in place.

Meng Zixian slowly moved the knife to the side of his neck and deliberately lowered his voice, "Now, I will open your acupoints, but if you scream, I will cut your throat."

Noble Huai's eyes were filled with fear, and he blinked twice.

"If you're not afraid of death, you can try." After Meng Zixian finished speaking, he immediately broke the silence.

"Who are you relying on?"

"Father." Noble Huai said in a hoarse voice with great difficulty.

"What is your relationship with Imperial Concubine Rong?"

"Nope."

Meng Zixian brought the knife closer to Venerable Huai. Her delicate neck was cut a little bit, and blood began to flow out.

"Yes!"

"If you don't speak the truth, you will not die so easily. Instead, you will die with your life on the line."

Seeing that she had hesitated just now, Meng Zixian immediately realized that the only thing she could do was to threaten her.

"I can't say!"

Venerable Lord Huai was on the verge of tears. Meng Zijue was threatening her with his life, but she was also unwilling to compromise. Most likely, behind her life, there was also the life of a family.

"Then let me ask you, why did Imperial Concubine Rong want to harm King Jing?"

"I don't know."

"Do you know or can't you tell me?"

"I don't know!"

Tears welled up in noble Huai's eyes, looking extremely pitiful.

"Have you ever hurt King Jing?"

"Nope."

Meng Zixian could not believe it. How could there be so many coincidences? She quickly pressed on someone's acupuncture point, then cut her wrist, causing blood to slowly flow out.