Rebirth of the High Family's Beloved

Then Xie Chengyin, who was sitting with Yan Ci, said, "Is this the miracle doctor you were looking for?"

Yan Ci glanced at Cong Xi, whose eyelids kept twitching, and knew that he was listening to their conversation with his ears perked up. He had no intention of being secretive, so he told Xie Chengyin the truth.

"He is from the Wu tribe, and is particularly good at poison and witchcraft."

"His age..."

"As he said, he is already an old man in his seventies."

Xie Chengyin looked at Congxi in shock. He thought it was a joke, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Noticing Xie Chengyin staring at him, Cong Xi opened his eyes, looked at the two people sitting side by side, put his hands in his sleeves, and turned his head away with disdain.

"We Wu clan have a technique to maintain our youth that has been passed down from our ancestors. There's nothing to be surprised about."

"Maintaining youth? Is there really such a magical technique in the world?"

Cong Xi curled his lips, "You don't believe it?"

He knew that no one would believe it, but he didn't expect others to believe it. He started studying this secret art at the age of fifty, and it took him more than twenty years to achieve such results. Not to mention getting others to believe it, he wouldn't believe it if it hadn't really happened to him.

Xie Chengyin smiled, shook his head and stopped talking. Looking at Yan Ci, who was also silent sitting in the carriage, he fell into deep thought.

Although he had many questions about Congxi, he felt more that Yan Ci was hiding something from him. After all, why would a sudden appearing witch doctor be willing to enter the palace to treat the prince, and why did he seem to listen to Yan Ci so much?

He had doubts in his heart, but since Yan Ci didn't tell him, he didn't ask any more questions.

Yan Ci did not notice Xie Chengyin's emotions and thoughts. She was thinking about Jiang Yun's death and the poison that Shen Zhaoyong was poisoned with.

A word from Congxi today woke her up.

Congxi said that the poison in the prince might have existed since he was born.

If it is present at birth, it must be brought from the mother. Otherwise, if a newborn baby is poisoned, it will not survive.

If the poison was given to my aunt, then her death might not have been a simple death from illness.

Thinking of his aunt, Yan Ci's heart couldn't help but tremble, and the conspiracy theory that suddenly emerged in his mind was even more lingering.

The carriage soon arrived at the Yongding Marquis's residence. Xie Chengyin got off the carriage first. Just as he was about to turn around to pick up Yan Ci, he found that Yan Ci didn't move. He called softly, "Ah Ci?"

Yan Ci came back to her senses and found that she had followed Xie Chengyin to the Yongding Marquis's Mansion. Looking at Congxi who was leaning in a corner, she said to Xie Chengyin, "I won't go in today. Please send your carriage again to take me home."

Xie Chengyin withdrew his hand. He saw that Yan Ci was a little absent-minded, so he didn't ask any more questions and replied readily, "Okay, go back and have a good rest. I'll visit you another day."

The carriage slowly drove away from the gate of the Marquis' Mansion. Xie Chengyin stood there for a long time, until Qicun got the news and came out to greet him. Only then did he retract his gaze and enter the mansion.

Now that Xie Chengyin was no longer in the carriage, Yan Ci and Cong Xi had nothing to say.

"Just now in front of the prince, why did you stop me from telling me that I can cure the poison?"

Cong Xi swept away his previous laziness, and his young face was full of respect, "Your Highness, the Crown Prince has a poison in his body, not a Gu. Even for you, it is difficult to cure it, unless you use the secret technique of the Southern Witch."

At the end, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Yan Ci with more respect.

Yan Ci said: "You also heard it in the East Palace. I am not the Yan Ci you think I am. I don't know the secret art of the Southern Witch you mentioned."

Cong Xi smiled, "I know, but it doesn't matter who you are, as long as you are the person in our hexagram. We Nanwu people are good at divination, and our hexagrams have never been wrong. Perhaps the changes in this are the secrets of heaven."

Yan Ci looked at Cong Xi steadily. He looked like a young man, but he said such meaningful and thought-provoking words, which really made people feel weird.

In the past, when she didn't know Yan Ci's life experience, she could still focus on what she was doing, but now, people related to Yan Ci's life experience appeared around her one after another, and her thoughts were a little confused.

But she couldn't really separate herself from Yan Ci and become herself, or give up her former self to become Yan Ci.

When Xi first came to Dongdu, he did not have a suitable identity or accommodation, so Yan Ci instructed Ding Si to arrange for him to stay in an inn across the street from Yan Mansion.

Congxi was not happy to hear this. He pointed at Ding Si and said, "He can live in the mansion, why should I live in an inn? I won't. I want to live in the mansion too."

Ding Si's sword was almost unsheathed. He looked at the rogue-looking boy and said coldly, "How can you let a man from outside stay in your yard?"

Cong Xi glared at Ding Si, "Aren't you a foreigner? Don't you live here too?"

"I am the lady's attendant. May I ask who you are?"

"Me? I'm the girl's doctor, that should be fine."

"no!"

Yan Ci, who was sitting in the room, was annoyed by the quarrel between the two people, "You two, go to the inn together."

As soon as these words came out, the two people who were arguing with each other suddenly fell silent, staring at each other, neither of them willing to give in.

Ding Si was different from Cong Xi. He had followed Yan Ci for some time and knew Yan Ci's temper. Since he had said it, he meant it. He did not argue, but clasped his fists towards Yan Ci in the house, turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Seeing that Ding Si really left, Cong Xi's thoughts of begging Yan Ci to stay gave up. After a struggle in his heart, he finally left Liufangyuan.

Chunzhi, who was standing next to Yan Ci, looked at the two people who left and couldn't help asking, "Miss, why didn't you stay with the divine doctor? You also drove Ding Si out."

"Keep him? Look at his condition. If I leave him in the yard and my parents see me, can I justify it?"

As for asking Ding Si to go along, it was because he wanted Ding Si to keep an eye on Cong Xi to prevent Cong Xi from causing trouble outside.

But there is no need to tell this to Chunzhi, as long as Ding Si understands it.

Hearing Yan Ci's words, Chunzhi blushed and replied in a low voice: "Miss, that's right."

Thinking about the miracle doctor that the girl had spent a lot of effort to find, who was young and handsome, if it weren't for the young Marquis Xie, he and her girl would be a good match. But if the master and his mistress really saw him, it would be hard to explain.

In Chaofeng Palace, Xiao Ling was anxiously waiting for Yin Lu to come back after getting some information. However, an hour had passed and Yin Lu still hadn't returned.

Yin Shuang, who was waiting on the side, came over and comforted Xiao Ling softly, "Don't worry, madam. Yin Lu might have been delayed by something. I'll have someone go out and look for her."

Yin Shuang was just about to send a maid out to check, but Xiao Ling suddenly raised his hand to stop Yin Shuang, frowning and staring at the door.

At this time, Yin Shuang also saw a group of people coming from outside, led by the commander of the imperial guards, Zhou Chu.

Although Zhou Chu was the commander of the imperial guards and had the right to move around in the harem, it was against the rules for him to barge into Chaofeng Palace so rashly.