Song Que walked into the basement and Fugui was curled up in a corner. He looked like he was in a trance, his face ashen and haggard.

"Mistress." The tight-uniformed man who had been guarding Fugui respectfully saluted Song Que when he saw her.

"What else was there to say?" Song Que looked at Fugui in the corner and asked.

"Not at all."

Song Que had a headache. He still didn't have any leads. He waved his hand and the man left.

Fugui shrank into a corner as he stood outside the prison. "Think carefully. Is there anything else you haven't said?"

"I want to hear the details."

"Someone gave us a letter. I gave it to Lingzhi after I read it and let her burn it after she read it. In the letter, someone told us to kill Imperial Concubine Rong and Senior Yu."

"A letter?" Song Que looked at him in confusion and frowned.

"Why didn't you say that before?"

Fugui slumped against the wall as his body collided with the wall. With a heavy thud, he collapsed on top of the wall. "You didn't ask for the details?"

Fugui laughed as if he was mocking him. Song Qi didn't pay any more attention to him and left.

Song Que was pacing left and right in the study room, anxious and restless: "Someone come!"

"Continue searching for Lingzhi. Also, go to the place where Lingzhi lived and search for it. Find that letter!"

"This subordinate understands." After the few men received the order, they immediately left.

Song Que frowned and sat on the stool very tiredly.

Meng Zixian and Song Que had an unpleasant time. They had been wandering outside without any money on them. When night came, they didn't want to go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion and couldn't stay in an inn. The night market was also tidying up, and her stomach was growling in hunger.

Eating was a must. Meng Zixun stood at the gate of King Jing's Estate and paced around it a few times. In the end, unable to endure his hunger, he knocked on the door.

After a while, a servant opened the door and asked while yawning, "Who is it?"

"I'm looking for King Jing."

The boy sized Meng Zixian up a few times and said rudely, "Wait."

After that, the back door slammed shut and Meng Zixian fell into a deep slumber. This young servant had never seen her before, so other than seeing a little girl like Xin Er often, all the other servants and servants were ordered not to disturb her, so he naturally didn't recognize her.

After a while, the door opened again. The person who came out was the housekeeper. When he saw Meng Zixian, he politely said, "So it's Miss Meng, please come in."

The servant saw the steward's attitude and immediately smiled politely. He stood behind the steward and respectfully welcomed Meng Zixian into the room.

Meng Zixian watched the change, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Sometimes, status was also very important.

She entered the front hall and saw Jing Wang in plain clothes, casually donning a cloak. After seeing her, he nodded slightly and said, "Miss Meng."

"Your Highness, can I stay for the night?" Meng Zixian walked up to the King Jing, and after he dismissed the others, she said in embarrassment with a slightly flushed face.

The last time he had been so bold and natural because Gu Jingcheng owed her, but this time, there was no other reason. Meng Zixian was penniless and had nowhere to go, so she could only be polite.

Her skin was white and her face was a thin shade of red, as if she was adorning a peach flower in the third month. She looked very delicate, very different from her usual appearance.

When Gu Jing Cheng saw this, he laughed in a low voice.

Meng Zixian was a bit confused. She thought she was being mocked and said angrily, "Your Highness, if you don't want to take me in, don't laugh at me!"

"No, no. I didn't mean to offend Miss Meng." Gu Jing Cheng laughed as he explained with a wave of his hand.

He really felt that Mencius was as skilled as a leopard cat. Right now, it was as if he was sneakily running outside and had enough tricks up his sleeve.

"Miss Meng, please stay in the same room. I'll send my servant to clean it up."

Seeing that Gu Jingcheng was about to leave, Meng Zijing pulled at his clothes as she passed by. She whispered, "Eh, Prince Jing, I haven't eaten yet. Can you let me have another meal?"

Meng Zixian was previously very thick-skinned, and would never be red no matter how much a scoundrel tried. Now that she was in this body, she could not do anything about it.

"It's fine, I'll get someone to prepare it."

When Gu Jing City left, Meng Zixian wandered around in the front hall for a while until Xin'er came to lead her to the dining room.

The food preparation was very rich, but there were two pairs of chopsticks. Meng Zixian sat down and Gu Jingcheng then sat down.

"I was busy with official business so I didn't have any dinner. Miss Meng, do you mind joining me?" Gu Jing Cheng asked politely, and only sat down when Meng Zian nodded.

"Actually, this mansion belongs to you. You can do whatever you want with it."

Gu Jingcheng chuckled, "Miss Meng saved me twice and we've been together for a long time. Since we're from the same daughter's family, naturally we're friends and we have to respect each other."

When Meng Zixian heard this, she smiled. "Since you already said that we're friends, then there's no need to be so polite."

It was as if they were talking openly, and the strict, respectful, and extremely polite atmosphere between the two had disappeared.

"Miss Meng, when are you planning to return to the Qi River?"

Meng Zijue was just finishing a mouthful of the dish when he heard Song Que's name. He was stunned. Biting his chopsticks, he said unhappily, "Why are you mentioning him during the meal?"

Gu Jingcheng paused before continuing, "Qi He has been strict with herself since she was young. She's also not good at expressing herself."

"Back in the academy, it was like this."

Meng Zixian stopped eating. She was so angry that she didn't want to eat anymore. She looked at Gu Jingcheng. She wanted to see what kind of flower this lobbyist, Gu Jingcheng, was going to say to Song Qisheng.

"He's smart, smart enough to be jealous."

Gu Jingcheng let out a deep sigh, "In the Academy's exam, someone wronged him for cheating, because the evidence was all on him and there was no way to refute it. In the end, he admitted it directly."

"This loss caused him to sweep through the entire three months' worth of the library and copy the《 Book Mantra》 a hundred times."

Meng Zixun used his hand to support his chin as he said angrily, "Then why did he wrongly accuse me today?"

"Qi He said he treated you as a pawn, but you were injured while protecting me. He said I had to find a girl to protect you. You did a lot of things for him, and he will remember it."

"He has indeed overthought things today."

Meng Zixian was annoyed. In the end, she was not a chess piece, but a subordinate.

However, apart from this, what else did he want?

Meng Zixian was suddenly stumped by this question. Why did she care so much about Song Que's injustice? Yang Chunzi was from the martial arts world, if she gave him the antidote and asked him for help, could she really not find out what poison it was? Is the antidote hard to concoct?

With the antidote, the two of them no longer had any contact. She was free as well. Why didn't she think of it before?