Princess, come home quickly, the God of War Prince is going to be jealous to death!

"Princess, Li Er is dead. In the army..." Wen Zhiyue waved her hand to Luochuan.

In the last life, Xuemei was beaten to death in front of him, Xuexiang was skinned by Wen Zhirou, and only Xueyi stood well behind Wen Zhirou.

"Luochuan, send a message to father, telling him that there are clues to the death grass in Pancheng, which can detoxify my cup, and order Xueyi to go to Pancheng to find the whereabouts of the death grass. In addition, in five days, news will spread that this princess Qi The poison in the dream has been cured, but because the poison in the cup is too deep to be cured, I have to go back to Kyoto to recuperate, and I will return to Kyoto in the disguise of Yuxiang."

Xuemei looked at Wen Zhiyue in confusion, "Girl, the young master went to look for the death grass, why..."

"You and Xuexiang grew up together with me. Only Xueyi was picked up by my sister at the lantern festival five years ago."

"The girl is suspicious..."

Wen Zhiyue nodded. Xuemei had been by her side since she was a child, and everything was easy to understand.

Outside the window, hundreds of flowers were blooming. Looking at the quiet winding path, Wen Zhiyue took a deep breath.

A familiar voice came over, "Miss Ye, there is a secret report from the cabinet. Emperor Ye has issued an order to urgently summon the prince back to the capital to grant him a hand in marriage."

"Do you know which lady she is from?"

"Daughter of Prime Minister Meng, Meng Chan."

"It is difficult to know the meaning of the emperor's move, but the prince knows it."

"I've already reported it." Ye Qi gave Ye Zhao a look.

Ye Zhao turned around and looked up just in time to meet Wen Zhiyue's eyes.

Ye Qi bowed deeply to Wen Zhiyue, then turned and left.

"Miss Ye, I don't know what she meant by this." Wen Zhiyue looked at Ye Zhao calmly.

"Please be well, Princess. Ye Zhao shouldn't wander around and disturb the Princess."

Wen Zhiyue's expression was indifferent, with a smile on her lips, "Miss Ye saved my life. This Feiyueyuan can go anywhere."

"Thank you, Princess, for your kindness. I will take my leave."

Looking at Ye Zhao's walking back, Wen Zhiyue's nose felt sour.

In the last life, Ye Zhao had been following him, and finally Yu Wenjing gave him cramps and scraped his bones...

Thinking of this, Wen Zhiyue's blood surged into her heart, and the pain at the arrow was so intense that she wished she could tear Yu Wenjing, that arrogant villain alive.

The more she thought about it, the more pain in her heart became. She covered her chest with her hands, squinted her eyes, and gasped.

Xuemei looked at Wen Zhiyue covering her chest with her hands, her brows furrowed, and she hurriedly asked with concern, "Miss, your chest is not feeling well. I'll call Miss Ye back and let you have a look."

"It's okay, it's just a little cold." Xuemei put the cloak she brought on Wen Zhiyue.

Although the weather is hot, this poison makes the body cold and makes one unable to feel any heat.

"Miss Ye's medicine is very good." Wen Zhiyue's face was soft, with a smile on her lips.

After being reborn, Wen Zhiyue cherishes everyone around her.

In the last life, those who followed her suffered too much and did not end well. In this life, she must protect everyone around her.

"Girl, if it's as they said just now, if the prince returns to Beijing late, will he be punished?" Xuemei looked at Wen Zhiyue in confusion.

"Your Majesty will figure it out on his own, don't worry."

Speaking of Ye Nanxuan, Wen Zhiyue sat calmly by the window, looking at the branches and leaves blowing in the wind in the distance and falling into deep thought.

In her last life, she was drugged and drugged, and was sent to Ancheng Kyoto in a coma. In order to better control her, Wen Zhirou and Yu Wenjing actually wanted to destroy her daughter's body and make her commit herself to Yu Wenjing, but they didn't want to be with Yu Wenjing on the way. In an accident, she, Wen Zhiyue, became Ye Nanxuan's third imperial concubine. Meng Chan's maidservant was defiled by multiple men in Cuiwei Tower.

Now, because of her rebirth, everything is changing. She is going to the Medicine Valley to find Bai Yujin, and she no longer has any interaction with Meng Chan. I wonder if Meng Chan will find someone to marry him in this life?

"Girl, my maid just came to report that the young master is back." Xuemei interrupted Wen Zhiyue's thoughts.

She braced herself up, and with Xuemei's support, left the main hall.

"Yue'er, it's windy outside. Why did you run outside? Come inside quickly and sit down to rest." Long Ze's eyes were serious.

Looking at the young and lively Long Ze in front of her, she had tears in her eyes.

Long Ze is the eldest grandson of his maternal grandfather. He doesn't like fighting and killing on the battlefield, but he likes to travel around the world and is good at doing business.

When he was eighteen years old, he opened Sihai Village to every country, and he was responsible for the hundreds of thousands of military expenses in Wuyin Mountain.

Last winter, the roads were blocked by heavy snow, and the supplies for the border soldiers could not be delivered to the front line. It was Longze who used the food stored in Sihaizhuang to allow the border soldiers to survive the cold winter safely.

"It doesn't matter, Miss Ye's prescription is very good." Wen Zhiyue said with a smile on her soft face.

"Cousin, thank you for your hard work. It has only been one day and you have found death?"

"I found it and have given it to Miss Ye to make medicine, but..." Long Ze hesitated.

Wen Zhiyue stared at Long Ze, smiled softly and said, "Cousin, don't worry about me. I have cured the Qimeng Poison, and Gu Du is thinking of a solution."

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Brother Ye, please take a seat quickly." Long Ze gave up the main seat and asked Ye Nanxuan to sit down.

Ye Nanxuan looked at Wen Zhiyue and said, "Princess, you are feeling better now."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I'm much better now." Wen Zhiyue smiled.

"The Princess' Qi Meng Poison will be cured today. I wonder what the Princess has planned next." Ye Nanxuan looked at Wen Zhiyue with steady eyes.

"Although Qi Meng Poison has been cured, the poison in the cup will control my inner demons. It is my wish to be cured as soon as possible." Wen Zhiyue looked coldly, looking at the weeping willows blown by the wind outside the window.

"The princess wants to get rid of her as soon as possible, but she doesn't know when to arrange the departure."

"If Miss Ye prepares the medicine today, she can travel far tomorrow." Wen Zhiyue looked out the window with calm and determined eyes.

"Then tomorrow after the Qimeng poison is detoxified, I will personally escort the princess to the Medicine Valley."

Withdrawing her eyes, Wen Zhiyue looked soft and saluted gently: "Yue'er thanked the prince."

"Princess, you don't have to be too polite. We have already decided to travel tomorrow, so we will go and make preparations separately." Ye Nanxuan stood up, turned around and said goodbye to Youze, and walked out the door.

"Yue'er, you are traveling tomorrow, and I will prepare some supplies for you on the road."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, cousin." Long Ze also left Feiyueyuan.

The moon is on the branches, and there is tranquility in Feiyue Courtyard.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Ye Zhao came to the door with the prepared antidote.

"Princess, Miss Ye has brought medicine." Wen Zhiyue motioned to Xuemei to help her up.

"Quickly, invite her in." Wen Zhiyue's face was a little pale, and she sat up with Xuemei's help, supporting her weak body.

"Princess, this medicine contains a little cloud dragon fruit. It tastes bitter and slightly green. Your tongue and lips will become stiff when you take it."

Wen Zhiyue didn't hesitate at all, picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"Princess, it's not bad."

Wen Zhiyue stared at Ye Zhao with a slight smile, "I was fine before noon, but in the afternoon, my body became weaker and weaker."

Ye Zhao took Wen Zhiyue's hand, checked her pulse, and signaled Xuemei to help Wen Zhiyue lie down.

"Princess, I can trust Ye Zhao." Ye Zhao looked serious.

Wen Zhiyue smiled faintly, "Of course I believe it."

"Xuemei, close the doors and windows and bring a basin of hot water." Xuemei looked at Wen Zhiyue after listening to the instructions.

Wen Zhiyue nodded to Xuemei.

Xuemei immediately left to close the doors and windows and asked her grandma to prepare hot water.

Ye Zhao gently untied the ribbon of Wen Zhiyue's dress, took out the needle bag from her waist, picked out a few short and thin needles, and pierced her chest.

After a while, Ye Zhao checked Wen Zhiyue's pulse, then took out a few silver needles from the needle bag and inserted them into Zusanli and Qi points.

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Zhiyue was speechless. Her hands tightly grasped the sheets, resisting the pain.

Sweat soaked her clothes, Xuemei carefully wiped the sweat on her forehead.

Ye Zhao carefully pulled out and applied needles to Wen Zhiyue. He worked until midnight before pulling out the last silver needle from Wen Zhiyue's body.

Xuemei changed Wen Zhiyue's obscene clothes and watched Wen Zhiyue sleeping peacefully. She closed the curtain and slowly retreated.