If you keep making noise, I won’t stand it anymore!

Half an incense stick later, hurried footsteps were finally heard outside the door, and the figure of the Lord of Fuzhou City appeared in the eyes of everyone in the room.

The messy bun was tied with a hairpin and fixed at the ear level. She was wearing a wrinkled grey uniform, and the shoes on her feet were actually reddish brown, with the heels not fully pulled up, and she walked along with a half-kick.

The slightly yellowish face turned yellow and red because of the hurry to get on the road, like a palette that was accidentally broken, making people angry and a little funny. After seeing Chu Zeming and Feng Yizhen sitting in the chair, a flash of understanding flashed across his panicked eyes, and he miraculously calmed down.

Chu Zeming and Feng Yizheng looked at each other and saw a hint of interest in each other's eyes.

"It seems that we came at a very wrong time and disturbed the city lord's good thing?!" When it comes to dealing with the government office, Chu Zeming is much more experienced than Feng Yizheng. It was natural for Feng Yizheng to hand over the dominant position in this negotiation to him.

Upon hearing this, the Lord of Fuzhou City couldn't help but curse in his heart, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat that had already flowed to the corners of his eyes, and bowed to the two people sitting on the chairs, clasping his fists, and said in a very humble manner: "What you two gentlemen said is really embarrassing."

"Hmph! These are our jade pendants. Please check them carefully, so that no one will accuse us of being random people who came out of nowhere." Feng Yizheng snorted coldly and took out his jade pendant and handed it to the Lord of Fuzhou City.

The city lord was startled again. The cold snort was like a hammer hitting his chest, and he broke out in a cold sweat. When he saw the two people just now, although he had already known their identities, he was cautious and quietly raised his head while wiping his sweat, and secretly glanced at the two jade pendants handed over.

The two lifelike dragons and the bright words "Chu Feng" in the middle made the city lord bend down a little bit, and his heart was relieved. He was actually a little glad that it was these two people who came instead of the one with the double surname. "Whatever you want, I will do it even if I die."

Seeing the attitude of the Lord of Fuzhou City, it seemed that there would be no more trouble. Chu Zeming and Feng Yizheng also breathed a sigh of relief. Their bodies, which had been sitting upright, slumped a little. "Lord, there is no need to be polite. I believe you also know the purpose of our passing through your city."

"Yes, I am afraid of disturbing you if I go up to you rashly, so I have not yet gone to pay my respects." Seeing that the conversation was about to get down to business, the city lord pricked up his ears, concentrated his attention, and his attitude became slightly more moderate than before.

"Then do you know that there is an assassin sneaking into your city of Fuzhou and the young lady was stabbed and injured?!" Chu Zeming suddenly changed his tone and asked back in a stern voice.

With a thud, the city lord and the official who followed him knelt on the ground. The young lady that Prince Chu mentioned might not be known to others as to her true identity. As the lord of a city, if he did not have a source of information, it would not be his turn to sit in this position.

The princess was assassinated in Fuzhou City. As the mayor of the city, he had no way to escape the responsibility. He was really scared and his face turned pale. If something went wrong, he might lose his head. His voice was trembling: "Please understand, my two princes. I really didn't know. Even if I borrowed two more timid people, I wouldn't dare to do it."

"You wouldn't dare to do that. It's not the right time to waste time on this. Our top priority now is to catch the murderer. I want to see who has the guts to do that!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Next, the captain was invited to the government office, and the yamen runners and the government soldiers began to conduct a carpet search in Fuzhou City. Chu Zeming and Feng Yizheng just sat upright in the main hall of the government office, not moving at all.

When Mr. Dou and Old Man Sun arrived at the post station at full speed, Meixiang had been unconscious for two hours. Although she sucked out the poisonous blood immediately, the poison still inevitably invaded her body, and the wound was black and blue, and her face was visibly gray.

The beautiful woman sat at the table in the room with empty eyes, staring at Meixiang lying motionless on the bed, while Situ Yidong stayed by the bed, staring at her intently, as if he was afraid that she would leave him if he was not careful and never open her eyes again.

The slightly staggering footsteps of Mr. Dou broke the stagnant air in the room. The stiff crowd seemed to come alive suddenly, re-energized, and all turned their eyes towards the door as if they were about to see a savior.

"What is this?" Mr. Dou was met with their eyes full of panic, helplessness, expectation and other emotions as he entered the room. He paused and panicked in his heart, "Xiang girl..."

His face was pale, and the rest of the words were stuck between his teeth and could never come out, as if this could comfort himself that nothing had happened yet or that things were not too bad.

"Sir, please come and see Sister Xiang'er," Situ Yidong, who was the first to react, stood up hurriedly, but his legs were so weak that he was unable to stand up and fell back onto the bench with a thump.

Xiaosan and Liu Xiaomei hurried forward, helped him up on both sides, and gave up the seat in front of Meixiang for Mr. Dou to feel his pulse.

With the help of Nanny Chen, the beautiful woman slowly stood up. Her trembling hands tucked into her sleeves betrayed the calmness she was forcing on her face.

Mr. Dou, who was standing at the door, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly glanced at their faces. From their expressions, he had a rough idea in his mind. It seemed that the situation was not optimistic but not to the point where it was irreversible.

He calmed himself and walked towards the bed in the room.

He first put his hand on Meixiang's wrist, then opened her double eyelids, untied the bandage that Liu Xiaomei had bandaged to check the wound, and finally put his hand on her wrist again.

"The wound is not serious. The poison is a bit troublesome. Fortunately, her life is not in danger." Mr. Dou finally spoke to reassure her. Then he frowned and asked, "In addition to bandaging the wound, did you give her anything to eat?"

"When the young lady found out that the wound was poisonous, she immediately sucked out the poisonous blood herself, and I also fed her the pills passed down by my elders." Little Sister Liu answered cautiously, and with deep uneasiness and fear in her tone, she asked back: "Is there anything wrong with my handling?"

"No, no, no, you did a great job. Thanks to your pill, Miss Xiang'er's heart was saved. Otherwise, even the immortal god would be helpless." Mr. Dou let out the remaining half of his breath and gently touched Liu Xiaomei's head as if as a reward.