After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

Han Feng led three thousand imperial guards holding torches and searched at the bottom of the cliff for two hours, but still found nothing.

When I was about to return, I saw a faint fire not far ahead.

When I got closer, I found out that they were Sima Changfeng's men.

The soldiers observing from a distance reported to him that Sima Changfeng was riding his horse back normally, but for some reason he went crazy and suddenly turned his horse around, headed straight for the Baizhang Cliff and fell headfirst.

It appears to be true.

Han Feng was also very curious about Sima Changfeng's jumping off the cliff.

"Have you found anything?" Han Feng asked.

"Sir, come and see!" The secret guard led Sima Changfeng to an open space and pointed at a mess of footprints on the ground.

Looking at the footprints on the ground, Han Feng's brows furrowed little by little.

"not only that!"

The secret guard led him to another open space, where a large piece of broken vines lay on the ground and there were sword marks on a tree not far away.

In Han Feng's mind, a result appeared that he was most unwilling to believe.

Xiao Yu is not dead!

Han Feng stared at the secret guard with cold eyes and asked, "Did you find anything else?"

The secret guard shook his head and said, "This trace must have been left when Lord Sima fought with Xiao Yu and the others. Lord Sima didn't join us. Could he have met with an accident?"

Han Feng didn't care whether Sima Changfeng was alive or dead.

He was in a very bad mood and just wanted to go back and report to the emperor so that he could find a solution!

"Let's go! Let's talk about everything after we get back!" Han Feng jumped on his horse and led the imperial guards towards the posthouse, no longer caring about the secret guards.

When Han Feng returned to the inn, the sky was already turning pale.

The hall was silent, with only Xiao Changan sitting on the armchair with his head propped up.

Hearing the footsteps coming in, Xiao Changan, who was resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

Seeing that it was Han Feng who came back, he stood up to greet him and said with a smile: "Commander Han, you have worked hard. I wonder how the search under the cliff went?"

Han Feng understood Xiao Changan's gesture of goodwill, but given the current situation, the prince had a slight advantage, but he did not want to offend Xiao Changan.

Han Feng replied respectfully, "I will report this matter to Your Majesty, Your Highness, don't worry."

Xiao Changan said: "Commander Han, please wait a moment. The emperor has not yet woken up. I will send someone to report to him."

After many layers of communication, when the emperor summoned Han Feng, more than half an hour had passed.

Han Feng told the emperor everything he saw and heard at the bottom of the valley.

The emperor's face gradually became gloomy. He paced around the room with his hands behind his back, his eyes frighteningly cold.

The emperor was in a bad mood about the fact that Xiao Yu might still be alive.

"Where is Sima Changfeng?" the emperor asked in a deep voice.

Han Feng replied respectfully: "Same, no one is found alive, no body is found dead, and his men are also looking for him."

They didn't know what was happening at the bottom of the cliff.

"What do you think about this?" asked the emperor.

Han Feng replied: "I think they are still alive and planning something."

The emperor stood there without saying anything, and the room was silent.

Han Feng asked: "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

The emperor thought for a moment and said, "Pass on my words. No one can leave the gate of the capital city. Send people to search the area from the capital city to Longhua Temple. If anyone is found, they will be locked up in the Ministry of Justice first. Do not let anyone know."

"I obey your command." Han Feng bowed and left the room.

The emperor looked at the lush shadows of trees outside the window in the dim night, with a sinister look in his eyes.

Xiao Changan stood outside the inn with his arms folded, watching Han Feng command his men to leave on horseback with more than a hundred people, heading in the same direction they came.

It seemed that his guess was right.

On the outskirts of the capital, three people in black stood under a willow tree on the side of the road whose leaves had fallen off. The clouds in the distance had begun to turn golden, and the three men breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiao Yu followed the carriage closely until it disappeared at the end of the road. He then leaned against the tree, gradually bent down, and groaned, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

"Prince, what's wrong?" Yan Qing hurried forward to support Xiao Yu and asked about his condition.

Yun Ting, who was standing by, noticed that something was wrong, and quickly reached out to take out a bottle from Xiao Yu, poured out a pill and put it into Xiao Yu's mouth.

After Xiao Yu swallowed the medicine, the symptoms did not seem to be alleviated at all, and the heart-piercing pain spread throughout his body.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, holding the willow tree's hand and leaving five finger prints on the smooth willow tree.

Xiao Yu's brows were furrowed at this moment, his face was pale and bloodless.

"It's the cold poison that's acting up. Quickly send the prince back home!" Yun Ting said as he jumped onto the horse. Yan Qing put Xiao Yu on Yun Ting's back, cut off a horse's reins, and tied the two of them up.

Yun Ting frowned and looked ahead with a determined gaze. He waved his whip and rushed towards the mansion with Xiao Yu.

Yan Qing looked at the remaining two horses. The reins of one of them had been cut off in a hurry just now, so he had to find a way to get it back.

Looking around, Yan Qing saw a dead vine. He reached out and pulled it, and found that the vine was still resilient.

He cut a piece of vine to use as a rope, rode a horse, and led another horse, and could only walk back slowly.

Yunting carried Xiao Yu back to the palace. Doctor Lu was shocked when he saw Xiao Yu's appearance.

Xiao Yu's face was pale, his lips were black, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he had completely lost consciousness.

"Why are you here? What's going on? Didn't you give him medicine?"

Yun Ting had no time to explain Doctor Lu's series of questions, so he just urged, "The prince has taken the medicine, but it doesn't seem to be working! Please take a look!"

After carrying Xiao Yu back to Furong Pavilion and putting him down, Doctor Lu began to take Xiao Yu's pulse.

Yun Ting stared at Doctor Lu and asked, "How is it?"

Doctor Lu's brows were furrowed tighter and tighter, his pulse was so weak that it was almost undetectable, and the poison had already entered his internal organs.

"Undress him. I want to give him an acupuncture."

After receiving Doctor Lu's instructions, Yun Ting did not dare to delay for a moment.

While he was undressing Xiao Yu, Doctor Lu had also prepared the silver needles.

Yun Ting helped Xiao Yu sit down, while Doctor Lu held a candle in one hand and a silver needle in the other.

After the silver needles are roasted over the fire, they are quickly inserted into the acupuncture points.

After piercing the back, they started piercing the chest, then the arms, legs and feet.

When the last needle was pulled out, Dr. Lu broke out in a sweat even though it was winter.

"Uncle Lu, how is the prince?" Yun Ting asked nervously, clenching his hands.

Doctor Lu looked at Xiao Yu on the bed, his face darkening, and said, "After the medicine I gave him lost its effect, he still used his internal energy. Now the poison has already invaded his internal organs. All I can do now is to help him suppress the toxicity, but he only has a year to live at most."

"Uncle Lu! Did you make a mistake?" Yun Ting grabbed Doctor Lu's arm, unable to believe the bad news he heard.

"...I tried my best!" Doctor Lu sighed, put away the medicine box, turned around and walked out of the room.

Yun Ting stood there alone, his thin body trembling slightly, and he stood there at a loss with red eyes.