After the noble lady was reborn, the whole mansion begged her for forgiveness

In the deep night, the moonlight is like a silk thread, gently spreading over every corner of the East Palace, giving this ancient and solemn building a cover of mysterious and soft glow.

Long Kui is gentle and elegant like a weak scholar during the day, but at this moment he is like a cheetah in the night, exuding a fierce aura that should not be underestimated.

He waved his sleeves lightly, and a flash of cold light instantly broke the silence of the air. A dagger carefully forged from thousand-year-old black iron looked even colder under the moonlight. It hung steadily in front of the black-clothed man's throat, without any error, revealing his extraordinary martial arts and calm judgment.

The face of the man in black was hidden by the night and the mask, only his eyes, clear as water, sparkled with amusement and appreciation in the moonlight.

He chuckled, his voice was low and magnetic, as if it could penetrate people's hearts: "Hehe, Long Kui, you and I have known each other for many years, and your skills are becoming more and more impressive. But, when did we need to be so tense?"

When Long Kui heard this, his eyes moved slightly. A hint of complex emotions flashed across his eagle-like eyes, and then he returned to calm.

He slowly put the dagger into his sleeve, his movements smooth and flowing, revealing an indescribable calmness and nobility.

He chuckled and said, "Gentleman on the beam, although the night is beautiful, it is not a place for a gentleman to stay for a long time. Next time you come, I hope you can be open and aboveboard, so as not to betray our friendship."

As Long Kui finished speaking, the black shadow seemed to merge with the night, and like the brightest star in the night sky, it gently lifted the black veil on its face, revealing an extraordinarily handsome face. It was Qi Qiyuan, the Duke of a small town who had been so charming at the Spring Banquet during the day.

He stepped into the light, his steps uninhibited and calm, each step exuding a charm that transcended the world, as if this East Palace was really his home.

"Long Kui, since you know where I am, why are you pretending to be surprised?"

There was a hint of teasing in Qi Qiyuan's words, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile hid too many unknown emotions and tacit understanding.

He walked leisurely to the table and sat down casually. His posture was as elegant as an immortal walking out of a painting, which attracted people involuntarily.

Long Kui followed behind with steady steps, each step revealing his profound inner strength and cultivation.

He picked up the white jade teapot on the table and filled a cup of tea for Qi Qiyuan. The aroma of tea rose in the air, interweaving with the surrounding night and moonlight, creating an indescribable warmth and elegance.

"Although this tea is a little cold, it has a unique flavor, which is just right for this moment and this scene." His words were gentle, but with a hint of imperceptible concern.

Qi Qiyuan took the teacup and looked at Long Kui deeply. The complex emotions flashed through his eyes like a tide and finally turned into a faint smile.

"Long Kui, why should we be so cautious between you and me? But I appreciate your kindness."

He was not in a hurry to taste the tea, but gently placed it on the table, as if it was not just a cup of tea, but also the deep friendship and trust between the two.

"I have heard Doctor Sun's diagnosis."

Long Kui's words were concise and powerful, revealing a kind of confidence. "The disease you suffer from is indeed caused by the Xiliang secret technique. This trip to Xiliang is extremely dangerous, so you must be careful."

When Qi Qiyuan heard this, a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

"You and I are brothers, why say so much? For your safety, I will not hesitate even if it means going through mountains of swords and seas of fire." His words were light, but each one was weighty, revealing his persistence and loyalty to friendship.

The two smiled at each other. There was no need for many words. Their deep friendship and tacit understanding were evident.

The night still gently enveloped the East Palace, and in this quiet night, the two hearts were more closely connected because of their trust and care for each other.

Under the dim candlelight, although Qi Qiyuan tried to speak as calmly as water, every word sounded like a heavy hammer hitting the air, revealing unspeakable resentment and unwillingness.

The frown of worry between his brows was like the lingering snow in winter, reflecting his deep worry about the injustice of the world.

He knew very well that beneath the seemingly calm surface, there were actually undercurrents, and a huge and treacherous conspiracy was being quietly woven, and Long Kui was the innocent lamb suffering in the center of the storm.

Long Kui's eyes were as sharp as torches, and he keenly captured the subtle fluctuations in Qi Qiyuan's emotions. A faint yet complex smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This smile seems to have transcended the vicissitudes of time. It contains both the silent comfort that comes from a deep understanding of a close friend, and also reveals a faint helplessness and detached open-mindedness towards the fickleness of fate.

He spoke softly, his voice warm and firm: "Since we know that this is the most poisonous thing in the world, why don't we regard it as a chance for the Phoenix to be reborn? For many years, the prescriptions of the imperial physicians have been nothing but useless dust to me. Fortunately, you sent Wen Yi to his side, and his health has gradually recovered. This is a great blessing."

After saying this, his eyes sparkled with gratitude and relief, as if he had finally found a ray of starlight guiding the way in that long dark night.

The night was as dark as ink. Inside the East Palace, everything was silent except for the two of them who were sitting opposite each other, drinking tea. The fragrance of tea lingered in their hearts.

They know very well that the road ahead is full of thorns and every step is filled with unknowns and dangers, but their persistence in the truth and their trust in each other are as solid as a rock.

They have been through so many ups and downs together, from the frontier to Kyoto. Although they are separated by distance, their hearts are closely connected. They vow to uncover the layers of fog and restore the world's innocence.

Because of the illness of Prince Longkui, Qi Qiyuan resolutely set foot on the vast snowy area of ​​the northern border.

Snowflakes were flying like thousands of white butterflies dancing in the air. His figure looked particularly small and tough in this snow-covered world.

Every step he took showed loyalty to friendship and respect for life, and every snowflake seemed to carry the heavy care and worry deep in his heart.

Finally, deep in a valley shaded by an ancient pine forest, he found the legendary miracle doctor.

The doctor is dressed in plain clothes, like a forest elf, with endless curiosity and love for the mysteries of life in his eyes. He has superb medical skills, but a very strange personality and his whereabouts are erratic.

If Qi Qiyuan had not invited him sincerely and made a solemn promise as the Duke of Zhenguo, this master might have continued to hide himself from the world and not cared about worldly affairs.

When the doctor's slender fingers gently placed on Long Kui's pulse, the entire hall seemed to be silent.

After a moment, the doctor's expression suddenly changed, and a look of disbelief and shock flashed in his eyes: "This poison is so strong that it is rare in the world. It is not something that an ordinary body can withstand."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderclap, shaking everyone's heart.

A slight fluctuation flashed across Long Kui's eyes, but was soon replaced by a calmness. He asked in a low and powerful voice: "Has the mastermind behind this made any new moves? Have the clues we left behind been completely cleared up?"

His voice revealed unquestionable majesty, which was the deepest fear of the enemy and the most firm belief in victory.