Chapter 78

At night, the candlelight in the study flickered.

Qi Zhiheng and Song Bojian sat opposite each other, and there was a serious atmosphere in the air.

Qi Zhiheng's eyes were sharp and probing, "Did you find anything while I was away from the capital?"

Song Bojian sighed: "I followed Mu Qing and Wang Wu under him, but they didn't make any move. I think it was the last time I alerted the enemy. I'm afraid Mu Qing won't make any more moves for a while."

Song Bo paused briefly and then changed his subject: "But something strange happened in the Duke of Jingguo's residence."

"What's the matter?"

"I heard that everyone in the house has contracted the disease. Their bodies are red, swollen, and extremely itchy, especially the concubine. I have invited an imperial doctor, searched for famous doctors, and used folk remedies, but there is no improvement."

"What's the reason?"

Song Bojian shook his head, "I don't know."

Qi Zhiheng rubbed the small emerald green porcelain bottle in his hand, his eyes dim and unclear, "Don't pay attention to this matter, just pay attention to Mu Qing's whereabouts."

"Okay." Song Bojian nodded in agreement.

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The sun is rising, its rays of light are shining brightly.

Linglong carried the basin of clean water and entered the bedroom quietly.

As soon as he put down the basin, he heard a rustling sound coming from the side room in the dormitory.

"Princess?" Linglong called softly and walked into the side room.

Mu Nanxi was seen kneeling on the ground, carving a memorial tablet with a gloomy expression, her body covered with sawdust, and next to her was the urn of Chu Ning brought back from Youzhou.

She came closer and saw clearly the dark blue under Mu Nanxi's eyes, and felt pity in her heart.

"Princess, did you spend the whole night engraved? Mrs. Chu knows that the princess doesn't cherish her body so much, I'm afraid Quanxia will be worried and sad." Linglong knelt down beside Mu Nanxi, her eyes full of worry.

"I can heal others, but I can't save my only relative." Mu Nanxi said slowly and softly, her eyes full of sadness.

"I can pretend to be fine during the day and even chat and laugh, but in the dead of night I can't sleep when I think of her figure."

Mu Nanxi used a carving knife to cut off the excess wood, and a crystal teardrop quietly fell.

Linglong felt like her heart was being pulled, and she persuaded with a slightly choked voice: "Mrs. Chu's soul in heaven will definitely know the pain in the princess's heart, and she definitely doesn't want the princess to be so sad."

Mu Nanxi's hand trembled slightly as she carved the last cut.

Wood chips flew and the tablet carving was completed.

Mu Nanxi stood up and prepared to get pen and ink to complete the final inscription.

But her legs were numb and unconscious from kneeling for a long time, and she fell back to the ground weakly.

Linglong on the side saw this and immediately stood up to help her, "Princess, are you okay?"

Mu Nanxi waved her hand gently, "It doesn't matter."

"Slave help the princess up."

Linglong helped Mu Nanxi sit on a chair nearby, squatted down, and gently squeezed her legs to relieve the paralysis in Mu Nanxi's legs.

After a long while, Linglong asked with concern: "Princess, are you feeling better?"

Mu Nanxi nodded slightly and responded softly, "Yeah."

"Princess, do you want to get some pen and ink? I'll go get it right away." After saying that, Linglong stood up and left.

When she came back, she had pen and ink in her hand.

Mu Nanxi gently picked up the pen and wrote slowly on the tablet.

She carefully brushed away the tiny sawdust on the tablet, and then carefully placed Chu Ning's ashes and tablet on the wooden platform, as if she was afraid of disturbing Chu Ning's rest.

Her eyes were filled with deep longing and sadness, and her eyes were moist.

She looked at Chu Ning's memorial tablet and secretly swore in her heart: Those murderers must pay the price!