The Time Traveling Prince Consort Plans to Rule the World for Me

Hearing Eleven's choking sound, Mu Jin's hand that was about to open the curtain paused. She slowly turned around and looked at Eleven.

When Eleven saw Mu Jin stop, his eyes lit up, but when he saw Mu Jin's face that was still angry, he couldn't help but lower his head.

"Don't go, I'll tell you everything."

Looking at Eleven's dark eyes filled with sadness, Mu Jin felt a little bit reluctant. In fact, she didn't want to force Eleven, nor did she really want Eleven to leave. She just saw that Eleven's condition was getting worse and worse, and his body was injured for no reason, so she couldn't help but worry about Eleven.

Mu Jin forced a smile: "If it's really hard to explain, I can wait a little longer."

"Eleven looked up at Mu Jin and said awkwardly, "Can you come over and sit for a while? I can't walk over in my current state."

Mu Jin sighed, went over to help Eleven sit down on the bed, and brought a stool over to sit next to Eleven, looking into his eyes.

Mu Jin asked: "Do you remember your life experience?"

"Ah."

"Have you ever killed someone before? Have you ever stolen goods? Have you ever bullied women and children, or raped women? Or are you a spy for an enemy country?"

"neither!"

Mu Jin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard that Eleven's identity did not touch her bottom line.

If Eleven admitted it, she really didn't know how to convince herself to clear his name. She even began to fantasize that if what she said was right, as long as Eleven reformed, she could still convince herself to accept him.

Seeing Mu Jin heaving a sigh of relief, Eleven knew that Mu Jin had misjudged his thoughts, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

"So what is your background and identity?"

Eleven lowered his head, closed his eyes, and whispered: "My real name is Nangong Min, and I am from the Nangong Divine Sect."

Su Yi of Nangong Shenzong had told Mu Jin that she knew about it. She also planned to sell the jewelry Su Yi gave her and take Eleven to Nangong Shenzong to treat her amnesia.

But now Eleven actually said that he was from Nangong Shenzong, and his name was Nangong Min. Was he the Nangong Min who was going to inherit the position of the leader of Nangong Shenzong at the age of 18?

No wonder Eleven refused to go with me to Nangong Shenzong to treat his amnesia. It turned out that Eleven not only recovered his memory, but was also a member of Nangong Shenzong.

Mu Jin screamed in amazement in his heart, but did not show it on his face. Seeing that Mu Jin did not continue talking, Eleven thought that Mu Jin was angry, and he said anxiously.

"I didn't mean to hide it, I just didn't know how to say it. That day when I went to the bandit's lair to look for you, I was hit on the head by the bandit, and I suddenly remembered what happened before."

After hearing what Eleven said, Mu Jin suddenly realized. No wonder Eleven acted so strangely after rescuing Mu Jin from the bandit's lair.

"So was it because of a struggle for power?"

"Um!"

"Does your sect really have some magical medicine that can cure all diseases in the world?"

"Ok!"

"You've been standing in front of my tent and guarding me at night these days?"

"Ok!"

"What's wrong with the wound on your hand?"

"The night before I inherited the title of the clan leader, my grandmother told me that our blood has been passed down from generation to generation since our ancestors. If our blood is added to that special medicine, it can cure all kinds of diseases."

As soon as Eleven said this, Mu Jin immediately covered Eleven's mouth with his hand.

"Hush! Are you crazy? How can you tell anyone such a big secret?"

When Mu Jin heard Eleven tell her the most confidential matter of Nangong Shenzong, she couldn't help but be shocked. What's the difference between Eleven's meat and Tang Monk's flesh? If someone with ulterior motives knew about this, he would be eaten alive.

When Eleven saw that Mu Jin was so worried about him, his eyes lit up. He took away Mu Jin's hand that was covering his mouth and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, I can sense that there is no one outside. Since you want to know, I will tell you."

Mu Jin was still shocked by what Eleven had just said.

"So, do the people of Nangong Divine Sect know your secrets?"

Eleven shook his head and said, "Only the successor to the sect master will be passed down orally by the previous sect master the night before he succeeds. Now my grandmother, I and you are the only ones in the world who know about this."

Thinking of his grandmother, Eleven couldn't help but pursed his lips and looked sad.

"No wonder you didn't want to tell me. This is a big deal and shouldn't be told to outsiders."

Eleven really wanted to say it, not because he was afraid of being betrayed by Mu Jin, but because he found it difficult to face his past self and didn't know how to start. After just thinking about it, he closed his mouth again.

"So it's not because my prescription worked, it's your blood that saved the infected people. Are you stupid? With so many people, how much blood do you have? You don't want to live anymore!" Mu Jin said anxiously.

"No, not only do we have special blood, we are also very familiar with medical principles. Your prescription is indeed useful. I only added a small amount of blood to the medicine soup of the critically ill patient. The rest is based on your prescription."

Hearing this, Mu Jin still frowned: "So every time there is a plague in your Nangong Divine Sect, do you have to give the blood of a sect leader to save the people?"

Eleven couldn't help but laugh when he heard Mu Jin say this.

"No, on the day each of our sect leaders succeeds the sect leader, the new sect leader's blood will be dripped into the holy altar, and it will be passed down from generation to generation. Every time there is a plague in the world, we use the alchemy furnace to refine hundreds of thousands of pills, and we only need to pour a small amount of blood from the bottle to distribute it to the people to treat the plague."

Eleven paused and continued, "Nangong Ce doesn't know about the holy altar. He must have coerced grandma to make the elixir, and then he sold it to the court or that noble family."

"So you want to go back and save your grandma?"

Eleven remained silent.

Mu Jin sighed, "Your grandmother is useful to that Nangong Ceying, and your grandmother has such a high status in the Nangong Divine Sect, she should be safe."

"Hmm!" Eleven lowered his head, and his eyes couldn't help but darken.

"No more bleeding in the future! After I have dealt with the trivial matters in the capital, if you want to go back to the Nangong Divine Sect to save your grandmother and take back everything, I will accompany you no matter what the result is."

Eleven has saved me so many times, how can I just leave him alone? Mu Jin thought.

Hearing Mu Jin say this, Eleven stared at Mu Jin, his eyes as if filled with stars, shining brightly.

Nangong Shenzong, Nangong Ce stood on the high mountain and looked towards the capital. The plague was raging in Dongyue Kingdom. He asked the person from the court for one million taels, but he didn't expect that there was no news from him afterwards.

He didn't expect that the people who stayed in Dongyue Kingdom actually sent him a pigeon message. He then learned that an unpopular Princess Yun of Dongyue Kingdom had actually opened the imperial edict, entered the palace to meet the emperor, and promised to have a good remedy to cure the plague.

At that time, Nangong Ce learned the news and sneered, not taking it seriously. After all, from ancient times to the present, apart from Nangong Shenzong, no one had the ability to cure the plague.

Unexpectedly, a few days later, the letter said that the plague in Dongyue Kingdom was under control by Princess Yun, and the epidemic situation inside and outside the capital was under control. He couldn't help but panic.

In the past, those old stubborn people believed that it was their mission to protect the people from generation to generation, and when a plague broke out in the world, they would save the people for free.

What’s the point of being admired by the world and being a god-like being if you just do this useless work?

Nangong Ce relied on his own abilities to seize the position of the leader of the Nangong Divine Sect. In just a few years, relying on the elixirs refined by the immortal old man, he earned all the wealth in the world and enjoyed wealth and glory that he had never enjoyed before.

Now it is said that someone has replaced Nangong Shenzong and stopped the plague. Who will give him mountains of gold and silver and beg him to give them the pills that are regarded as elixir by the world?

Nangong Ce narrowed his eyes with a fierce look in them. He turned around and asked the medicine boy beside him to bring paper and pen. He quickly wrote on the letter, rolled it up, put it on the carrier pigeon, and threw the pigeon into the air.

Looking at the carrier pigeon flying to the capital, Nangong Ce raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes revealing viciousness and sinisterness.