"Miss Xiang, the master asked me to tell you, don't go to Beili. Everything is fine with the Zhan family. You don't have to worry about it. When you settle down, he will take his wife to see you."
"Little girl, what do you think?" Zhan Chi asked.
"The original plan remains unchanged."
Zhan Chi nodded: "Okay, just do it."
Just like Gu Shuo said, she can do whatever she wants, and they will become her strongest support.
"Thank you, Dad." Ye Qianning knew that Dad Gu had explained them all.
"What's the plan?" Dachun asked.
"Dachun, you are so tired, go and have a rest." Zhan Chi pushed him out the door.
"Master, you can't hide anything from me, otherwise master..."
"I know, I know."
Zhan Chi's perfunctory voice faded away.
Ye Qianning waited for the two of them to turn around the corridor before turning back to look at Du Yi: "Sang Zhi has this situation happened to him in recent years."
"Never."
"You said Sang Zhi will always disappear. What are the shapes of the scars on his body?"
"It looks like a knife wound or a cut with a thin sharp object. What's strange is that those wounds will heal in half a month and disappear in a month."
"So weird?"
Ye Qianning frowned.
"Well, there were always rumors in the palace that the Eighth Prince was possessed by a ghost. Because the Eighth Prince disappeared during the Ghost Festival, no matter how many people the emperor sent to guard him, it was of no use."
"Hungry Ghost Festival? Have you ever checked it in Jianghu?"
"Nothing."
Ye Qianning felt that there were more and more mysteries hidden in Sang Zhi. Sang Zhi was holding her headband tightly in his hand. The reason for the sudden surge in luck today was probably related to him.
"Send a message to the Crescent Moon Sect and ask them to check the sects in the Four Kingdoms that are related to the Ghost Festival. If there is any news, tell me immediately."
"yes."
Ye Qianning walked out of the room and heard noise in her ears.
More than a dozen auras fell on Xianhai Tower, and they were the hidden guards around Sang Zhi.
Ye Qianning walked towards that direction and opened the door. Four royal hidden guards stood in front of Sang Zhi's bed.
Several people saw Ye Qianning coming in, standing by the bed with an expressionless face.
"He needs to rest, please go down." Ye Qianning said coldly.
"We are ordered by the Emperor to protect the Eighth Prince at all times." The leading hidden guard said loudly, without any sign of leaving.
"You've become like this, why are you still protecting me?" Ye Qianning laughed, and coldly uttered two words: "Trash."
The four hidden guards all changed their faces.
"Miss Ye, we are also following orders." The leading hidden guard said coldly.
"Get off."
"Miss Ye..."
Before the leader of the hidden guards finished speaking, his throat felt fishy and sweet.
The other three people also looked pale and held their chests with their fingers.
"I say it again, get out of here, otherwise you will be killed now." Ye Qianning's eyes were cold.
The leader of the hidden guard was sweating on his forehead and remained silent for a few moments before leading the group away.
Ye Qianning hooked her hands towards Xiao Mafeng, and the little bee landed on her shoulder, and then entered the space.
The smallest bees in Xiao Ma Peak can fly very fast, even people with martial arts skills can hardly detect them. Their little claws are dyed with a special poison.
If it falls on people's skin, it will give people a feeling of suffocation. If you use your internal strength forcefully, you will get backlash.
The Royal Guards had just wanted to attack her, so their breath suddenly became unstable.
Ye Qianning walked to the bed and looked at Sang Zhi. What had he done to make her luck suddenly reach full?
