I made the villain right.

Yun Mansion.

Yun Youying was lying on the bed in her room, and the doctor was taking her pulse through the curtain with a serious expression.

Ever since Yun Youying came back from visiting the prison, she has suffered from palpitations from time to time and a stuffy feeling in her chest. She didn't take it seriously at first, but now the symptoms are getting worse day by day, so she had to call a doctor to see her.

In order not to worry her parents, she originally did not plan to tell them, but she was discovered anyway.

Yun Zhengting and Song stood aside and watched, looking worried.

After a while, the doctor withdrew his hand, and Song asked anxiously: "Doctor, what's wrong?"

"Miss's palpitations may be related to her depressed mood. Apart from that, I can't see anything else for the time being. I will prescribe some medicine for her to regulate her body and see if she can get better," the doctor murmured.

"Okay, then I'll have to trouble you, doctor," said Yun Zhengting.

"This is what I should do," the doctor said politely, and then went to write a prescription.

Seeing this, Song quickly told Zhiya to follow the doctor to get the prescription and boil the medicine.

At this time, Yun Youying sat up from the bed, lifted the curtains and looked at her parents who were worried about her, and comforted them with a gentle smile.

"Dad, Mom, I'm fine, sorry to have made you worried."

Song immediately walked to the bed and sat down, scolding: "You have been like this since you were a child. You always like to keep things to yourself. If Zhiya hadn't told me that you were not feeling well, we would still be kept in the dark."

Hearing this, Yun Youying smiled and said, "I just have a momentary palpitation. Maybe I will be fine after taking the doctor's medicine."

Song thought of the doctor's words, and her brows became more worried. She touched Yun Youying's cheek and said kindly, "Ying'er, your health is important. You should rest well during this period of time and don't worry too much."

A few days passed, and Qin Yixian still hadn't released Xu Wusheng. She didn't know whether their plan was effective, and she couldn't go in to visit him. How could she not be worried?

It's no wonder that she suffers from palpitations as she is so anxious and waits helplessly every day.

In order to help Yun Youying calm down, Yun Zhengting told her the news he knew.

"The closure of the city and the large-scale searches of the palaces in Kyoto by the imperial guards have caused public outrage. This morning, His Majesty has issued an order to lift the closure in two days to alleviate public outrage. This way, I can deliver the letter to Prince Jing'an, who will surely rescue His Highness. You should rest well in your palace and don't worry too much."

Yun Youying knew very well that they would have to wait for King Jing'an to come, and it would take at least ten days. During these ten days, she didn't know what kind of situation Xu Wusheng would face. The longer the time dragged on, the less beneficial it would be for him. At the moment, she had no choice but to wait.

During this period, she neglected her health and caused her family to worry about her.

So, at this moment she decided to move her body, so that when Xu Wusheng came out, she would be in a good mental state to greet him.

"I understand, Dad and Mom, don't worry," Yun Youying said.

After asking about each other's well-being for a while, Yun Zhengting and Song left together, leaving Yun Youying alone in the room to rest.

As night falls, clouds rise and fall.

There were a few bird calls coming from a quiet forest. The chill was intense. At a glance, there were several bonfires lit, with a group of people gathered in front of them.

There were two people sitting in front of the fire next to the carriage. One was a tall and handsome young man with clear facial lines, sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. There was a sense of righteousness and tenacity between his brows. He was wearing a black brocade robe and looked energetic.

The other was an older man with outstanding demeanor and undiminished spirit. Although his face bore traces of time, it still couldn't conceal his handsomeness. His eyes were deep and seemed to contain many stories, making people unable to help but look at them a few more times. However, his expression was indifferent, which made him look a bit cold and hard, making people feel distant.

The wind suddenly rose, and the fire flickered.

At this time, the elder said, "Zhou'er, how long will it take to get to Kyoto?"

The person who spoke was Prince Jing'an. When he was young, he fought in the battlefield and made outstanding achievements. He was given the title of General Zhennan. Although he is now in his sixties, he is in good health and full of energy. It is impossible to guess his age.

"Foster father, we will arrive in Kyoto the day after tomorrow"

The one who responded to King Jing'an was his adopted son Xu Zhijing. King Jing'an had raised him by his side since he was a child. One could see the aura of King Jing'an in him: wisdom, justice, calmness and magnanimity.

King Jing'an looked at the fire thoughtfully.

He suddenly received a secret letter from the Fourth Prince, and learned that many changes had taken place in Kyoto, the late emperor had passed away strangely, the General's Mansion was forced to flee Kyoto for treason, and Qin Yixian was all-powerful. He not only colluded with the forces of the underworld, but also disturbed Kyoto, and his intention to rebel was obvious.

After receiving the news, he rushed to Kyoto without stopping and brought his Silver Armored Army with him to deal with any unexpected events. He had to be on guard against Qin Yixian's villainy.

Prince Jing'an regained his composure and reminded Xuzhou, "Jing'er, this time you are returning to the capital without an imperial edict, so it may not be easy. There will be many eyes watching you, so you must be more cautious and don't let anyone catch you."

"Yes, I will be careful with my words and actions when I arrive in Kyoto."

After a moment, he warned: "Also, have our people hide outside Kyoto and be on standby at all times. Don't let the one in Kyoto find us."

Xu Zhijing's eyes turned, and he understood who the "that person" he was referring to. For many years, Prime Minister Qin Yixian had always regarded his adoptive father as a thorn in his side and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. Fortunately, his adoptive father lived in Liangzhou, and he couldn't reach there.

After a moment, he responded: "I have already made all the arrangements, please rest assured, foster father."

"Well, okay," King Jing'an responded and fell silent.

Elsewhere, the area around Li's residence was quiet and silent. Two figures entered Li's residence under the cover of night and entered the secret room with familiarity.

One of them took out a fire stick and blew at it. The fire stick lit up, revealing Fan Hua's cold and handsome face in an instant.

Shi Jin wanted to dream about the original owner tonight, but he couldn't do that without the Liuyun Whip, so he came back to get his bag.

After Fan Hua lit the candlestick in the secret room, the room instantly became bright.

Fan Hua opened the secret compartment under the bed and took out the Qingfeng Sword, Liuyun Whip and Liuguang Sword hidden inside.

Ever since they settled down in Li's house, they placed their weapons in this secret compartment to prevent anyone from searching and seeing them and arousing suspicion.

After Shi Jin took the Liuyun Whip from Fan Hua, he hid it in his sleeve. He caught a glimpse of a painting in the box and immediately thought of taking it away.

So when Fanhua was about to close the secret compartment, she took away a painting.

Fan Hua watched her movements and asked in confusion, "What are you doing with this scroll?"

Shi Jin said frankly: "Seeing this thing reminds me of someone. When you miss your mother, you can take it out and look at it."

After hearing this, Fan Hua said nothing and had to follow her.

But her small gesture made him feel warm inside. It was a good feeling to be valued and cherished.

Before leaving Li's house, the two went to the ancestral hall to burn incense.