On the day of the granted marriage, the daughter of a general wept and was reborn!

This golden wound medicine is the most commonly used in the military camp. It turns out that the only person who was injured by Shen Wantang was Cen Xiao.

But this man was so rude that he actually brought a medicine box with all kinds of medicines.

Shen Wantang stared at the medicine box in a trance.

"Is the visitor still here?" Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at the maid beside her.

"He's gone." The maid lowered her head.

Shen Wantang moved quickly, closed the medicine box and handed it to the maid: "Find someone to secretly send it back to Zhenbei Marquis Mansion."

The maid frowned and looked up, but the moment she saw Shen Wantang, she was so frightened that she lowered her head. She took the medicine box tremblingly, not daring to ask any more questions. She bowed and left.

If I accept this medicine box, I will owe Cen Xiao a favor.

In the current situation, even though Shen Wantang has feelings for him, she cannot show it.

Looking at the maid's back, Shen Wantang frowned - how could you be so scared just by looking at me?

If we say that the place with the most concentrated intelligence in the capital city is the Prime Minister's residence, it must be the Prime Minister's residence. Not to mention half, at least one-third of the civil officials in the court are disciples of the Prime Minister. Even if the rest are not disciples, they are related to him.

There is a popular saying among civil servants: When serving as an official in the court, one should first look at the Prime Minister's face, and then the Emperor's face.

"Shen Wantang?" The Prime Minister took a sip of tea, with a hint of coldness between his brows.

On the side stood a female official in imperial robes, her face full of grievance: "Prime Minister, our queen has been working very hard for you. Whenever there is any movement from the emperor's side, she will let this servant report to you. This time, you must support our queen!"

After he finished speaking, the Prime Minister's eyes became even colder, and he calmly put down the teacup in his hand: "The current emperor intends to promote military officers, and Shen Wantang is the descendant of a military officer, so this matter..."

The Prime Minister drew out the last syllable of his words, and his inquiring gaze fell on the female official.

After all, she was from the palace. The female official raised her eyebrows and said, "My Lord, I have never mentioned whose daughter Shen Wantang is, but you asserted that she is the descendant of a military officer. It seems that my Lord is also very concerned about the Shen family."

"Don't worry, the emperor said that he would not kill civil officials. You are the prime minister, second only to the emperor. Dealing with a little girl is as simple as crushing an ant, isn't it?"

The female official continued, and after she finished speaking, she took a step forward, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Prime Minister, the Queen also misses you very much in the palace."

As she spoke, the female official took out an envelope from her pocket and gently placed it on the table: "The Queen also asked me to tell you something. We are a family, and we share the same fate. In the future, the Queen will have to rely on you a lot."

The Prime Minister raised his head, and his majestic face slowly broke into a smile that made the skin tear.

"Tell me something good about the Imperial Concubine." The Prime Minister spoke, but there was no emotion in his hoarse voice.

Having said what she needed to say, the female official looked relaxed and bowed, saying, "Then I will take my leave."

Looking at the female official's departing back, the smile on the prime minister's face slowly disappeared, and his eyes became gloomy.

"I'm here to ask you for help again?" After listening for a long time, the Prime Minister's wife slowly walked out from behind the screen.

The woman sat down slowly. Although she was smiling, her smile did not express her true feelings.

"Our sister is so hypocritical. Whoever the emperor likes in the palace is blessed. Fighting for favor is inevitable. Why is it that when it comes to our sister, it becomes a big deal?"

Seeing that the prime minister remained silent, his wife gave a sneer.

This harsh sound reached the ears of the prime minister, which brought him back to his senses.

"Have some respect for her. Although she is from my Xie family, she is also the current imperial concubine!" A cold gaze fell on the lady, and the low voice sounded like a warning.

This kind of thing has happened more than once or twice. The Xiangguo's wife has long been accustomed to it. She smiled helplessly and waved her hand: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you about these things. So, have you thought about how to do things for our imperial concubine?"

The Prime Minister picked up the cup of herbal tea and drank it all in one gulp.

"This Shen Wantang is not a simple person. We cannot keep him."

After thinking for a moment, the Prime Minister spoke gloomily.

The moment the lady came over, she had expected this outcome. She stretched out her hand to look at her newly painted nails and sighed, "My Lord, my Lord, this time, what dirty work do you want my brother to do for you?"

The Prime Minister turned around and smiled sinisterly: "Cut the grass and eradicate the roots."

As night fell, a flash of lightning split the night in two.

What followed was a rumbling sound of thunder.

"Wantang, I'm giving Marquis Zhenbei a meal today. Guess what it is?" The man's slyly grinning face appeared in front of Shen Wantang.

"It's the flesh of your ex-husband, Cen Xiao." Ji Xunchuan smiled horribly, his hand tightly grasping Shen Wantang's wrist like a chain.

"That meat pie is really delicious. I also gave the Zhenbei Marquis a bowl of sauce. Am I being very considerate?"

Ji Xunchuan's laughter echoed in Shen Wantang's ears.

"I am going to kill you!"

The thunder covered Shen Wantang's roar. She suddenly sat up, her eyes dilated, as if she had just struggled out of death.

Yes, I did just struggle out of death.

She was breathing heavily, beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Miss?" There was a series of rapid knocks on the door. "Miss, are you okay?"

The maid's call outside the door finally pulled Shen Wantang back from her panic. She breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm fine."

There was a roar of thunder, and Shen Wantang woke up completely.

"pat..."

There was a strange sound coming from the window, and Shen Wantang's sharp eyes swept over there.

"Who?" she asked in a low voice.

There was no other sound around except the sound of rain outside the room.

The rain was pouring down and the wind was whistling, like evil spirits coming to pursue and claim lives.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning brought some light to the dark room.

Just a glimmer of light that did not belong to this room flashed before Shen Wantang's eyes. This light!

She was very familiar with it - it was the light when a sword was unsheathed.

Sure enough, before Shen Wantang could utter the next word, he felt the sword energy approaching.

Shen Wantang dodged it by rolling over, got out of bed and ran to the table by the window to get the sword.

The man also chased after him.

The increasingly heavy sound of rain outside covered up the sounds of swords and sabers in the room. Only when the occasional lightning illuminated the entire room could Shen Wantang see the other person's face - but unfortunately, the visitor was wearing a mask.

"Who sent you?" Shen Wantang launched a fierce attack, her sword against the opponent's sword, and she questioned.

The other party did not respond, but used all his strength to push Shen Wantang away.

Shen Wantang staggered and leaned on the table behind him, but his hand touched the fire starter.