He took the silver note and a small bottle from the man, opened the bottle, and smelled it; it was just medicine for injuries.
"Was that Lord Ji just now?" Eunuch Fu asked, glancing at the official sedan chair that hadn't gone far.
Although Shangguan hesitated to speak, his expression spoke volumes.
"Very well, we won't make things difficult for you, young master. Ah, no wonder Lord Ji left in anguish this morning when Consort Liu was kneeling in the Qianqing Palace. So he went to beg for medicine for her injuries. Actually, why did you have to pass it on to us, young master? It's an open secret that officials and palace concubines are involved. Lord Ji, he..."
“Father-in-law,” Shangguan hurriedly interrupted him.
“I understand, I understand. This bottle of medicine was entrusted to me by an old friend to be delivered to Consort Liu. Young Master Shangguan, rest assured, I will not say anything more.”
"An old friend?" The former Liu Wushuang, now Consort Liu, asked softly, holding the porcelain bottle.
"Yes, Your Highness, that's what Eunuch Fu said."
Eunuchs helping to pass things was a common occurrence in the inner court, and the young palace maid didn't think much of it.
"Go down." Consort Liu waved her hand languidly, and only after everyone was clear of the area did she carefully open the door.
The enticing aroma of medicine brought tears to her eyes. "The Rejuvenation Pill..."
This is not a miraculous elixir that can grant immortality, but rather a sacred healing remedy for those in the martial arts world. Since her martial arts were crippled, she has been at the mercy of others, and even seeing her own child requires their pity.
If... if I could regain my powers.
She trembled as she tilted the porcelain bottle, only to see a finely rolled-up piece of paper roll out along with the pills.
Open the note; it reads six characters: Lü Zhi or Gouyi.
Is it better to use a young child to command the feudal lords, or to be slaughtered by a ruthless emperor?
That one sentence revealed the truth; there are only two possible outcomes.
Mixed with the pills, she swallowed the note, a ruthless glint flashing in her beautiful eyes.
The palace is bathed in the slanting rays of the setting sun, and the cool autumn light falls coldly on a porcelain vase. An elephant holds a vase, symbolizing peace and tranquility.
The Great Wei dynasty was in a state of peace and prosperity.
Volume Two, Chapter Nine of Guan Ju
The martial arts world, beauties, and yellow flags.
These are the three things that now permeate the county.
Since the birth of the martial arts world, beauties have been one of the figures who have accompanied it and created countless legends and tragedies.
Yu Zigui was a beauty, yet not a beauty.
She was considered a beauty because she was born that way. Her father was the most handsome man in the martial arts world (though self-proclaimed), and her mother was the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world (even if she was a shrew). Even if she were unattractive, she wouldn't be considered ugly. Moreover, in terms of appearance alone, she didn't have the delicate, frail look of contemporary women; instead, she possessed a bright, clear beauty. She was tall and athletic, with long, slender eyebrows like crescent moons, which, when slightly raised, resembled a phoenix taking flight—utterly captivating.
To say she wasn't a beauty was a choice she made later in life; she had no great ambitions, only seeking a life of quiet desperation. Therefore, from the age of eight, she learned to conceal her true nature. A blank stare, and her phoenix-like face became a dead chicken. A stiff expression, and even the bright moon became a waning crescent.
As the saying goes, beauty is 30% looks and 70% temperament. She wore a faded white Taoist robe all year round, her cloud-like hair was only roughly tied with a dull wooden hairpin, and she had a flat expression that had no luster whatsoever. It would be difficult for her to be considered a beauty.
But why would anyone be interested in someone like her? Not only would they be interested, but they would also be cruelly betrothed to her in a bloody manner.
She subconsciously touched the blood-red tourmaline on her ear.
This man is truly terrifying; he is constantly corrupting her mind, to the point that she forgot to resist when he made his move that day.
No, really no good.
Thinking to himself, a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but a single bright spot brought his eyebrows to life.
"Tsk, where did this beauty come from? She's really making this old man's heart itch."
Beauty? She has never had much of a connection with that word.
I dodged left and right, but why was the shadow still there in front of me?
Looking up, I saw a burly man from the Northwest with his clothes disheveled, clearly exuding a bandit-like air but trying to imitate the unruly demeanor of the young master from Qiyang. Looking further into his drunken eyes, which couldn't hide his lecherous lust, I realized that the beauty he was talking about was her.
Could it be that her skills have greatly diminished, and she can no longer even fool someone like this?
Just as she was confused, she felt the smell of alcohol approaching. She squinted and was about to make a move when she caught the smell of alcohol and stopped, and the man collapsed to the ground with a thud. She raised her head even higher and saw that although the righteous man who had come to her aid was as tall as a mountain, he had an honest appearance and did not look like a person from the martial arts world at all.
"The mountains".
The massive figure moved slowly, revealing the cold and aloof person behind it.
Her moon-like eyes widened slightly. "Young master's surname is Wei?"
She asked urgently, only to see a hint of disdain in the handsome eyes that resembled someone else's, as if she were the kind of infatuated girl you could see anywhere.
“Miss Yu, A-Luan has arrived. Oh, Young Master Zhuofeng.”
Xiao Kuang pushed through the crowd, only to find that she had run into Wei Zhuofeng. Thinking of his uncle's threat before he left, he couldn't help but tremble. He pretended to be affectionate and grabbed Yu Zigui's sleeve, saying tenderly, "Didn't we agree to meet at the restaurant? Why are you delayed here?"
Seeing this, Wei Zhuofeng's contempt deepened, and he turned away coldly without even glancing at her. "Dashan, let's go."
"Is he Young Master Zhuofeng?" Yu Zigui asked softly, staring at the aloof figure.
Xiao Kuang nodded, surprised by her attentiveness.
"Zhuofeng, Changfeng, I see."