Murong Jie's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. How could the guards dare to linger? They dragged her out.
When he was dragged outside the study door, he saw Zi'an and Nanny Yang coming over.
When Nanny Yang saw Wanhui being dragged out crying, she probably knew what was going on, so she said coldly, "Shameless bitch!"
When Wanhui saw Zi'an, she quickly climbed up and begged her, "Princess, I was wrong, I was wrong, please, ask the prince not to drive me away."
Zi'an glanced at her and said to the guards, "Send her back to Lan Ruo Pavilion first."
"yes!"
When Wanhui saw that Zi'an did not drive her away, her expression suddenly relaxed and she clenched her fists. As long as she was still in the palace, she would have a chance.
After the guards dragged her away, Nanny Yang asked in confusion, "Princess, why do you still want to keep her in the mansion? This woman is a disaster."
Zi'an looked at Nanny Yang and said, "First, we still don't know who drugged me. What if it was Wanhui? Second, she is the Empress Dowager's person. Even if we want to send her away, we have to send her back to the Empress Dowager."
"But, keeping her here..." Nanny Yang glanced at Zi'an, wanting to say that Wanhui was coquettish and was afraid that she would seduce the prince, but she thought that since the prince had driven her away, he would probably not do that.
Zi'an smiled and said, "Mammy, I know what you are thinking, but I trust the prince."
Nanny Yang nodded, "Yes, I also believe in you, Your Majesty."
Zi'an nodded, "Go make him some food, I'll eat with him and chat for a while."
"Yes!" When Nanny Yang heard that the two wanted to chat and cultivate their relationship, she was happy and hurried away.
Zi'an entered the study and saw that Murong Jie still had a sullen look on his face, so he smiled and said, "You don't know how to be gentle with women at all."
Murong Jie rolled his eyes at her and said, "My taste is not that bad."
Zi'an came over, resting his elbows on the table and supporting his cheek, "So, I am a delicacy?"
"It's OK," Murong Jie hit her on the head with a note, "It's just ribs. It would be much better if there was some pork belly."
Zi'an chuckled, "You know what, in some eras, being skinny was considered beautiful."
"Some years?" Murong Jie looked at her steadily and put down the memorial in his hand. "Zi'an, there are some things between us that we need to be honest about."
"Hmm?" Seeing that he suddenly became serious, Zi'an also straightened his expression.
Murong Jie stood up, pulled her to sit on the couch, and said, "First, I want to confess something to you. I hope you can forgive me."
"What did you do?" Zi'an's brain started working at high speed and he became very alert. Could it be that that thief had succeeded in doing what he did just now
Murong Jie cleared his throat, "It's like this, you know about the same fate Gu, right?"
"Hmm!" Zi'an's heart suddenly became heavy when he heard him mention the matter of the same-life Gu.
Yes, we haven’t found a way to solve the same fate Gu yet.
"This poison is very powerful and overbearing. There is almost no antidote. I believe you have asked Sun Fang'er. Sun Fang'er is the key to the antidote, but in fact, even she herself is not sure."
Zi'an held his hand and whispered, "We will definitely find a way, it doesn't matter."
Murong Jie opened his mouth, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.
This made it even harder to say.
"I haven't finished reading the medical book left by Doctor Wen. Perhaps there is a way to cure the poison in her book, so you don't need to worry too much."
Murong Jie looked at her frowning brows and reached out to sweep them for her. "I believe in you. You can definitely think of a way. But don't work too hard, because... I know how to cure the same fate Gu."
Zi'an stared at him with wide eyes, "What did you say? Do you know how to cure the same fate Gu?"
"It's not that I know, it's that I know someone knows."
"who?"
"Auntie Ah Snake!"
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Zi'an jumped up, "Let's go find her right away."
Murong Jie held her with one hand, and something flickered in his dark eyes, as if he was guilty. "It's no use looking for her."
"Why?"
Murong Jie stammered for a long time, unable to explain what was going on.
"Just tell me!" Zi'an was almost dying of anxiety.
Murong Jie took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll tell you. I'll tell you."
His eyes rolled, "Just now I heard you tell Madam Yang to make some food, why haven't you come for so long?"
"Murong Jie!" Zi'an roared, fury rising in his eyes.
Murong Jie glanced at her with dissatisfaction, "Why are you angry? Isn't it just the same fate Gu? I'm not afraid of the peach blossom Gu, so why should I be afraid of the same fate Gu?"
"Did you solve it?" Zi'an suppressed his anger, already thinking in his mind which knife in the kitchen was sharper.
"Not yet, but it's not difficult to remove the poison."
"Speak!" Zi'an rushed over and grabbed his neck, "Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
"Isn't this because I'm afraid you'll be angry?" Murong Jie hugged her and rolled onto the couch. "Okay, I'll tell you the truth, okay?"
Zian punched his chest a few times and said, "Speak!"
Murong Jie sat up straight, held her shoulders, and said in one breath: "I have a prescription for the cure, but it requires a drop of blood from the person who poisoned her."
"Sun Fang'er?"
"Yes!" Murong Jie nodded.
"Isn't that simple?" Zi'an's eyes widened. "Why didn't you tell me earlier about such a simple thing?"
"Drinking other people's blood, how dirty is that?" Murong Jie said with a look of disgust.
Zian stared at him and said coldly: "This is not a good reason."
“But that’s the reason.”
Zi'an looked at him and saw that his eyes seemed to be evasive, and his mind suddenly became clear.
He didn't want to remove the poison because, after that, he would not be able to find an excuse to save King Nan Huai's life.
He always thought of that brother in his heart.
Even if that brother burns incense every day and actually does things that will get him killed.
Zi'an never knew what blood ties were, but she still remembered what Xia Huaijun's family did to her and the feelings left in her body by the original owner.
Attacking your loved ones is the cruelest thing in this world.
The seventh brother looks cold, but his heart is not.
He actually cares about family the most.
If not, when he was in power, the Great Zhou would have already...
She didn't point it out to him, but advised him as if she believed his reason: "No matter how dirty it is, for my sake, you have to remove the poison."
Murong Jie looked a little embarrassed, "Actually, there is another reason, that is, this medicine must be taken three times, once a month."
"Are you afraid that Sun Fang'er will not agree to help you if she finds out you want to remove the poison?"
"Sun Fang'er actually doesn't know how to remove the poison. She only knows that her blood is needed to remove it."
"So what are you worried about?"
Murong Jie was silent for a moment, then said, "The person who can cure the poison must be willing to help me."
"Why?" Zi'an was stunned. Isn't it just to get her blood? As for whether she is willing or not, it doesn't matter at all, right
Is it like if you want to use a medicine to treat a disease, you have to consider the feeling of the medicine? She thought it was a bit absurd.
"The prescription says that if the person who put the poison in my body is not willing to remove it, her blood will increase the toxicity of the poison and put my life in danger."
(End of this chapter)