Meng Zixian felt as if someone was holding her. Her head felt light and her feet felt light. The feeling of being sucked in was extremely uncomfortable. She didn't know when, but when she opened her eyes again, she saw a blue sky.

She coughed and vomited water from her stomach. Her face was pale and her clothes were wet. She was attached to her body and her slim figure was outlined.

Song Que and his remaining three men were standing on the shore, recovering their stamina.

"Hualala."

Meng Zixian looked toward the source of the sound. There was a wide waterfall that fell down from above. It was at this point that they fell down.

Perhaps these people were just using this house as a trap, but they didn't know that there were other paths here. Otherwise, they might not be able to find the other paths, and they might not be able to find the candles or fire stones that were left behind.

When he thought about it, he felt some lingering fear.

"Let's go." Song Qi had lost one of his men. His face was covered with frost. He was standing on the shore, dripping water from his clothes.

As soon as Meng Zijue stood up, his ankle hurt and he fell back down. Song Qishen looked at her and then looked at one of her subordinates behind her. That subordinate went over and helped her up.

Meng Zixian's ankle was twisted and her whole body was in pain as if it was in pieces. Her shoes had been washed away. Her foot stepped on the stone and was supported. With every step she took, she was in pain.

Song Qi saw that she was having a hard time, so she asked someone to carry her.

"Miss Meng, how dare you." The man whispered to Meng Zixian and carried her on his back.

The house was located in the outskirts of the city, but there was a heavenly passage below that connected it to a forest.

Meng Zixian looked at the scenery around her. Feeling dizzy, she sneezed. As she was walking away, she fell asleep.

Song Que's face was still ugly to behold. He walked out of the forest and returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Steward Song Lin was startled to see them in such a sorry state. He called out to his servant: "Quick, go to the kitchen and prepare some ginger soup. Also, fetch some clean clothes for each room."

Meng Zixian's body was still a bit weak after all. After being in the water for so long, she had choked on so much water, and after blowing all the cold air on her way back, her body started to heat up.

The man who was carrying Meng Zixian was called Song Ji. Because Meng Zixian's clothes were wet, her slim figure was lying on her back, and she was thoroughly embarrassed and embarrassed. From her red ears to her neck, they were finally able to put her down.

"Take your back to your room and ask for a doctor." Song Que ordered.

Song Que went back to his room and soon, a servant came in with clothes. He stopped the others, took off his wet clothes, and threw them on the ground.

He stood tall and straight. The muscles on his back were smooth and beautiful. The muscles on his abdomen bulged. He stepped into the bucket. Hot water covered his body and the chill disappeared.

Song Que put his head on the side of the barrel and sorted out his thoughts.

Meng Zixian was sent back to her room, and a servant came in to change her clothes. Before long, the doctor was invited.

"Originally, this young lady's qi and blood were lacking, and she has been suffering from cold for too long, causing her to have a fever. I'll give her a pill."

The doctor wrote down the prescription and gave it to the servant girl by his side. The servant girl then went out to give it to the servant boy, who then went out to get the medicine.

"I suggest that you take a step back and take good care of your body. Otherwise, you will eventually leave behind the root of your illness." There was no one else on the side, so the doctor could only tell his servant, Qiao'er, to listen.

When Meng Zixian woke up, her whole body was in pain as if it had been crushed by a wheel. She felt extremely uncomfortable every time she moved.

"Miss, you're awake?" Qiao'er brought the medicine in. Seeing that the blanket was moving, she asked.

"Yes." Meng Zixian struggled to get up and smelled the stinky smell of medicine.

"Miss, drink some medicine." Qiao'er brought the medicine over. Meng Zixian looked at the black medicinal soup. The smell was so strong that she couldn't help but pinch her nose.

"Ah, it must be hard to drink!" She tilted her head and said with disdain.

"Miss, this is a good medicine, please take it once you've burnt it." Qiao'er smiled and handed the bowl over.

Meng Zixian also felt it. Her body was burning, and her mouth was dry like a shell. Her throat felt like it was burning, and she felt a bit dizzy. She took the medicine bowl, pinched her nose, and gulped it down.

Ah!" "It's so bitter." Meng Zixian's mouth was filled with bitterness. She screamed and fell back onto the bed.

Not long later, the medicinal essence rose and he fell asleep.

Song Qi He took a shower, dried his hair with the inside of his head, and went to the study.

Gu Jing City got the news and rushed over. Seeing Song Que, he asked sternly: "What happened?"

Song Que sat down: "Right now, I'm afraid some people might be jealous of him."

"It's my fault, I implicated you." Gu Jingcheng was somewhat vexed.

Song Que waved his hand. "No, sooner or later, they will find out about me."

"I wonder to what extent the person behind all this has gone." Song Que frowned with a solemn face.

"Where's Miss Meng?" Are you alright? " Gu Jingcheng asked.

"It's nothing. I have a fever."

"I've already packed up the evidence. When the time comes, I'll just bring it along and throw it to the Rong family." Gu Jingcheng unconsciously tapped the table with his index finger.

"It seems that there have been some movements in the palace recently to avoid unnecessary trouble. I have to send Meng Zixian back to the palace." Song Que looked at him.

"Isn't she still burning? Rest for two more days. " Gu Jingcheng glanced at Song Qishen and suggested it.

"No, we have to return to the palace tomorrow. Aren't you going to the palace tomorrow? "Along the way."

When Gu Jing City saw Song Que's resolute attitude, the situation changed rapidly. Sending it back was also good, so he silently agreed.

Meng Zixian woke up at night. Qiao'er passed on a message. She knew that she would return to the palace tomorrow. She was a bit annoyed. She hadn't had enough fun before she went back.

The next day, Song Qi sent Meng Zixian to the Jing King Manor early. When Gu Jing Cheng saw Meng Zixian, he asked, "Miss Meng, are you feeling better?"

Meng Zixian thought angrily, "Isn't it all about going back to that birdcage?"

"Please forgive me Miss Meng. There have been too many things happening recently, so I had no choice but to do it. Please get on the carriage." Gu Jing Cheng made a gesture of invitation, and Meng Zixian stepped on the pedal and got into the carriage.

She disguised herself as one of the boys by Gu Jing Cheng's side. The real kid had been waiting at the palace, waiting to be exchanged with Meng Zixian.

When they reached the palace gate, the carriage stopped outside. The two of them got off the carriage and walked all the way to a secluded area. Meng Zixian and the boy exchanged carriages.

Meng Zixian quickly returned to her own room. Ling'er was already waiting for her and helped her change into a new set of clothes.

Meng Zixian took off her mask and threw it to the side. She kept coughing and laid down on her bed to rest.

She was deep in a dream. She didn't know what day it was, but in a trance, she seemed to hear Song Qi's voice.

"This medicine is the antidote. This is a treatment kit. Monitor her to take it every day. I will send it over on time."

"Yes, Mistress."

Meng Zixian's eyes opened a crack. Suddenly, he saw two indistinct figures standing in front of his bed.