The mistress died of overwork, and after rebirth, she was bad at raising her cubs

The Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang leaned back in his chair, squinting his eyes as he looked at Gu Changqing.

It was obvious that he had the intention to kill.

Gu Changqing implied this to him again and again. Did he really think that he would not kill anyone?

Shen Qinglan saw the unfriendly expression of the Southern Border Saint, and immediately smiled and said:

"Please don't blame me, Saint Son. What my senior brother meant is that it is not difficult to cure such a small poison. It is not easy to cure it. It just takes some time."

Since Shen Qinglan had spoken, Gu Changqing naturally did not argue with the Saint of Southern Xinjiang anymore. He just sat aside, nodded seriously, and said nothing.

I don't know whether the Southern Border Saint believed it or not, but his expression was better after all. He only asked:

"You two have never seen it, yet you are so sure it can be solved?"

Gu Changqing didn't say anything else. He just sat there and acted as a background, watching his heart from head to toe.

This was what he and Shen Qinglan had agreed on at the beginning.

As long as the two of them arrive at Baihu Courtyard, one of them will play the bad guy and the other will play the good guy.

All he had to do was to try his best to cause trouble for the Saint of Southern Xinjiang and act like a master, and Shen Qinglan would naturally take care of the rest.

After all, who among the experts doesn’t have a little bit of eccentricity?

The weirder they are and the worse their temper is, the more trustworthy their abilities are.

After all, if one doesn’t have the confidence, who would dare to be so rude to a Holy Son?

Thinking of this, Gu Changqing stole a glance at his junior sister.

I saw that the little junior sister had smiling eyes. She looked like an innocent girl, but her whole body exuded an aura of confidence and determination, as if she had the world in her hands.

The Saint of Southern Xinjiang seems to be a smart man, but... as long as his junior sister wants, she can play with that Saint, isn't it just like playing with a dog?

Shen Qinglan didn't know what Gu Changqing was thinking, she just smiled and said directly to the Southern Border Saint:

"Since the Holy Son has found my senior brother, he should have known that the poison in Princess Zhaoyang's body was cured by my senior brother, right?"

"The Saint of Southern Frontier doesn't seem like an impulsive person, so he must have been sure of my senior brother's ability before inviting him here, right?"

Shen Qinglan's words immediately changed the expression of the Saint Son of Southern Xinjiang. Even the guards around him had drawn their blades one by one, and looked at Shen Qinglan and the others with vigilance and murderous intent.

Gu Changqing's heart skipped a beat and he wanted to scream, but he saw Shen Qinglan sitting upright like a mountain with the smile on his face not changing at all.

This calm and unhurried look was like a shot of adrenaline, allowing Gu Changqing to calm down again and imitate Shen Qinglan, with a blank expression on his face.

The Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang was obviously frightened by Shen Qinglan's words.

He believed that his people should be very careful and there was no way they would be discovered by Shen Qinglan!

But now Shen Qinglan was so confident that he was unsure of Shen Qinglan's attitude for a moment.

"This Saint Son has no idea what you mean." The Saint Son of Southern Xinjiang said with a cold face.

Shen Qinglan was not surprised to hear this. He just smiled and opened the pottery jars on the table one by one. Then, in front of the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang, he took out a porcelain bottle and poured powder into them one by one.

Suddenly, the poisonous insect that was originally dancing with its fangs and claws in the pottery jar instantly wilted.

"What are you doing?" The Saint of Southern Xinjiang saw that his treasures were dying one by one, and he immediately slammed the table in anger.

Upon seeing this, Shen Qinglan tilted his head and looked up at the Southern Border Saint, and asked curiously:

"Didn't the Holy Son not believe that we could cure this poison? Now that it has been proven, why is the Holy Son angry?"

The Saint of Southern Frontier did not change his expression, and simply waved his hand and said:

"You are so bold, Duke Zhenguo, you killed my precious Gu worm. I will let your Emperor of Dayong take charge of this matter! Someone, bring the evidence in the Duke Zhenguo's hand."

"Yes!"

As soon as the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang finished speaking, the guards responded in unison and immediately surrounded Shen Qinglan.

Shen Qinglan chuckled and raised her hands high as if to surrender. When the guard was about to snatch the porcelain bottle from her hand, her hands loosened.

With a "clang", the porcelain bottle fell directly to the ground, making a crisp sound, and broke into countless pieces.

The medicine powder inside was spilled on the ground, and disappeared in an instant when the wind blew.

"you!"

Everyone looked at this scene with dark faces, except Shen Qinglan, who smiled at the Southern Border Saint and said word by word:

"I thought the Holy Son was an upright person, but I didn't expect that he wanted to get something for nothing?"

"If the Holy Son wants to bring this matter to the attention of our Great Yong Emperor, then go ahead. However, I think the people of Southern Xinjiang should not know that the Holy Son has been poisoned by the Gu and is dying soon, right?"

"I heard that the selection of the Southern Border Saint is similar to raising a Gu, with successive generations coming one after another and the last one coming out on top. If the news spreads that the Southern Border Saint is already a spent force..."

"I'm afraid that the Saint Son's family in Southern Xinjiang will be slaughtered by the Saint Son's other opponents first. By then, the Saint Son can be reunited with his family in the afterlife."

The color on the face of the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang disappeared in an instant.

Shen Qinglan's words made him feel cold all over.

In fact, it is just as Shen Qinglan said.

If these Southern Border Saints want to sit on this position, they have to fight and struggle like poisonous insects.

Only those who are alive can become the Holy Son of Southern Border and possess a unique status, and their tribesmen can also receive more protection and resources.

However, even if you have taken this position, it does not mean that you can stay in it forever.

As long as there is someone else who can kill him with the poison, he can take his place!

Just like when he took this position before, he killed the previous Son of God first.

As long as this Holy Son dies, his family will no longer have anyone to protect them, and his entire family will be slaughtered by the next Holy Son.

It has always been like this...

And he was never afraid of death, otherwise he would not be so obsessed with the poisonous insects, and he would not have become the Son of God who had been in office for the longest time in history.

Also because he had been the Son of God for too long and had made many enemies, so as long as he died, his people would surely follow him and die even more miserably.

He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to implicate his clansmen, so he came to Dayong in an attempt to seek a chance of survival.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang had a hoarse voice, like a trapped beast, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Shen Qinglan was filled with a hint of fear and dread.

The woman in front of him had a beautiful smile and was charming and bright, but the Saint of Southern Xinjiang didn't know why he always felt like he was being targeted by the most poisonous insect.

Seeing that the Saint of Southern Xinjiang didn't look very good, Shen Qinglan didn't say anything, but just glanced at the guards around him who were holding knives.

The Saint of Southern Frontier understood, was silent for a moment, and waved at the guards.

After all the guards had left, Shen Qinglan looked at the Southern Border Saint and said:

"The purpose of our coming to see the Holy Son today is very simple. We just want to cooperate with him. I wonder if he is interested?"

"cooperate?"