After being a widow for half my life, I found out that my husband was not dead.

At General Wuwei's Mansion, Haitang followed Han Zhao back to the courtyard. She first asked him to take off his outer clothes and looked at the whip wounds on his shoulders, which were quite deep.

This is not as bad as rushing to give someone a slap. It's really cheap.

Haitang complained, but her face was distressed: "Sir, you lost a lot of blood, please go find a doctor for you."

Han Zhao glanced sideways and said, "This injury is nothing. Just go get the medicine box and apply trauma medicine."

"Where's the medicine cabinet?"

"under the bed."

Haitang crawled on the ground and pulled out a medicine box from under the bed. It was covered with dust. She opened the lid and saw many bottles and jars inside.

"Sir, do these medicines still work? They look like they have been there for a long time. They should have been thrown away long ago."

"These medicines were left behind by a miracle doctor, and I still can't bear to use them."

Haitang frowned. There were not many doctors in Beijin who could be called miracle doctors. Is it possible that he was Chongming's master?

With this thought in mind, she began to rummage carefully, and soon found the golden sore medicine. She took it in her hand and continued to look through it. The bottles had medicine names on them, and soon she found a small porcelain bottle with Xiaoyao Powder written on it.

She couldn't help but feel stagnant in her breath, so this box of medicine was indeed left by Master Chongming. Since there was Xiaoyao Powder, the antidote was also in it.

"What took you so long? Have you found it?" Han Zhao urged her.

Haitang swallowed nervously and said, "Almost."

She calmed down and continued to search, but there were so many medicine bottles with various names, and she couldn't be sure which one was the antidote to Xiaoyaosan.

"You move here, I'll come find you." Han Zhao said.

Haitang took a deep breath, buried the golden sore medicine in her hand underneath, placed Xiaoyao San on top, then lifted it up and placed it on the note in front of Han Zhao.

He went down and found the golden sore medicine.

"No, that's not it."

Haitang smiled: "Look at my eyes."

She took the golden sore medicine and sprinkled some on Han Zhao's wound, then sat back and closed the lid. She glanced at Xiaoyaosan above, and her heart turned.

"Sir, I've been feeling weak lately. It's probably due to lack of Qi and blood. Is there anything here that can replenish Qi and blood?"

Han Zhao glanced at her and said, "Don't take medicine randomly."

"Oh." Haitang lowered his head, "After all, it is the medicine left by the miracle doctor. It is really precious. I am of low status and am not worthy of taking these miracle medicine."

Han Zhao frowned, "That's not what I meant."

"Haitang understands."

In the past, Han Zhao would never talk nonsense to Haitang, but after his party came back from Yuzhou, he knew that she truly loved him and would protect him at all costs, so he treated her a little differently.

Seeing that Haitang seemed sad, Han Zhao sat up straight, rummaged through the medicine box, found a bottle of ginseng nourishing pills and handed them to Haitang: "One pill a day, don't eat more."

Haitang immediately beamed with joy, "Yes, thank you, Master."

She took the ginseng pill, pretended to be careless, dropped it, and quickly picked it up again, but this time the ginseng pill in her hand had been replaced by Xiaoyao Powder.

"Sir, let me take one now."

Han Zhao leaned back and lowered his eyes, "Eat."

She poured out a Xiaoyao Pill from the porcelain bottle and wanted to show off, but at this moment Han Zhao raised his eyes and looked at her. She pursed her lips and said that Xiaoyao Wang stuffed it into her mouth.

"Well, it's so painful." With that said, she swallowed it.

When Han Zhao saw Haitang frowning in pain, he found it a little cute. He leaned over and pinched Haitang's nose. However, he accidentally glanced at the medicine box and saw the medicine bottle with ginseng pills on it. He couldn't help but be startled: "What did you just do?" what did you eat?"

Haitang pretended to be confused and showed the medicine bottle in her hand to Han Zhao.

When Han Zhao saw the name of the medicine on the medicine bottle, he sat upright and his pupils suddenly tightened, "Xiaoyaosan, you took Xiaoyaosan!"

Haitang groaned, "It's obviously a ginseng pill. I just... Oops, I dropped it just now. I seem to have picked it up by mistake. But what is this Xiaoyao Powder? It should be fine, right?"

Han Zhao's eyes widened, "Spit it out!"

"Ah, but I've already swallowed it, and you haven't seen it."

"Spit it out!"

As he said this, Han Zhao stood up and pressed Haitang's head down hard, "Spit it out!"

"I...I can't spit it out!"

Han Zhao glared at Haitang, tears falling when he saw the pain on her face, and then he let go of his hand in panic.

Haitang leaned into Han Zhao's arms weakly, listening to his heart beating wildly and anxiously, thinking that he really cared about her, and she was worried and uncomfortable.

This bitch actually has sincerity!

"This Xiaoyao Powder will slowly make people become numb, emotionally disturbed, neither happy nor sad, and then their memory will be confused, and then they will forget the past and everyone around them."

Haitang narrowed her eyes and pretended to be scared, "Then...will I forget the young master?"

"meeting."

Haitang shook his head and hugged Han Zhao's waist tightly, "The slave family is not afraid of death, but the slave family is afraid that they will forget the master while they are alive. What should I do? Master, can you save the slave family?"

Han Zhao closed his eyes and then took a deep breath, "You ate it yourself, no one can blame you!"

After saying that, Han Zhao pushed Haitang away and walked out decisively.

Haitang was pushed onto the Arhat's bed. She was so angry that she slapped her hands fiercely, then sat up and gritted her teeth. She really took Xiaoyao Powder. If she couldn't get the antidote, all her previous efforts would be in vain and she would also lose herself.

Han Zhao strode out and walked into the courtyard. Suddenly he heard a loud noise. Looking to the west, he saw black smoke rising and flames shooting into the sky.

He was stunned for a moment, thought of something, and hurriedly ran towards his father's courtyard.

Han Lin was also shocked and ran out. He was looking to the west with a gloomy face.

"Father, is it a fire unicorn?" Han Zhao ran into the courtyard and asked.

Han Lin frowned, "With such great power, it can only be the Fire Qilin."

"Someone has successfully refined it!"

Since the news about the Fire Qilin was leaked, all parties have been secretly searching for a recipe to prepare the Fire Qilin and secretly refining the gunpowder.

"Just which house is this direction?"

As soon as Han Zhao finished speaking, a guard ran in, clasped his fists and said, "Report to the general, let us spy to report that the loud noise was at the Duke Anguo's Mansion!"

"Dong Anguo's Mansion!" Han Zhao had a look of disbelief on his face, "He is one step ahead of us!"

Duke An Guo and their powerful general's office are not in the same camp. When it comes time to take action, it will be a life-or-death hostile relationship.

"Father……"

Han Lin raised his hand and signaled Han Zhao not to continue, "This matter needs further investigation. It may not be that they refined the fire unicorn. Maybe someone is stirring up trouble secretly. Let's wait and see what happens. After all, Our General Wuwei Mansion is not the only one who is staring at the Fire Qilin."

"Then we do nothing?"

Han Zhao narrowed his eyes, "Yan Mu must be forced to reveal the method of refining the fire unicorn as soon as possible."

"He has three states in the north and an army of [-]. The emperor will not do anything to him easily. It seems that we have to find a way to let him fall into our hands."

"He is in the eldest princess's mansion, isn't he in our hands?"

"But on the surface, we can't do anything to him. Besides, I don't trust Heshuo that much. The couple would go their separate ways when disaster strikes. What's more, she and I are not husband and wife."