Chapter 818: Will the Prince...?

beheaded by my confidants.At this, the Emperor looked at Mo Yunjing and let out a cold laugh. "A-Jing, you tell me, was I wrong to do all of that If someone had treated you like that, would you truly...No matter what the masked man and the man called Wugua said, An Xuetang remained expressionless throughout the entire process, giving the impression that it had nothing to do with her.

After all those people left, the masked man finally looked at An Xuetang and snorted coldly, "In my presence, you dare to be so reckless."

No matter how threatening the masked man's words were, An Xuetang's icy face remained unchanged. She stared coldly at the masked man, "This concubine needs some herbs. I know you have quite a lot of them. Lead this concubine to choose some."

"...."

The masked man didn't expect An Xuetang to be so calm and ask him for herbs at this time.

Whether it was the murder just now, or her brother's affairs, she shouldn't have reacted this way. Didn't she say that Feng Guzhu held the same weight in her heart as Mo Yunjing

Now she's acting like this Phoenix had been killed by his men, shouldn't she be furious and demand an explanation from him

The more calm and composed An Xue Tang appeared, the more suspicious he became. He knew that based on her personality, the more composed she acted, the more likely she was plotting something.

His probing gaze was fixed on An Xuetang, trying to glean something from her eyes, but alas, An Xuetang could never give him anything away.

Not to mention that he couldn't tell, even Mo Yunjing and Feng Ming, who knew her best, might not be clear about what she was thinking now!

He stared at An Xue Tang like that, and An Xue Tang didn't back down, staring right back at him. The two of them just held their ground like that.

After a moment, the man in the mask finally relented, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Take her to the apothecary."

As soon as the man finished speaking, one of his subordinates entered. He nodded slightly to the masked man and then gestured for An Xuetang to come forward.

An Xuetang hesitated for no moment and followed the man directly to their so-called pharmacy.

The masked man looked thoughtfully at An Xuetang's retreating figure, then glanced back at Moyun Jing's room. In the end, he did nothing, lifted his foot and returned to his own room.

An Xuetang came to this apothecary. She found many precious and rare medicinal herbs here. She almost didn't hesitate, and without a word, she picked up the basket used for drying herbs nearby and began to fill it.

An Xuetang's movements were swift and precise. The subordinate had initially intended to record the medicinal herbs she was taking, planning to report back to their master later. However, he was taken aback by the Northern Border Princess's voracious appetite and astonishing speed. She had crammed a considerable amount into her pouch, and before he could even clearly see that she had taken a thousand-year ginseng, her other hand swiftly moved, concealing whatever else she had placed inside.

Thus, he stared in astonishment as An Xue Tang filled a basket to the brim.

Just as he was about to speak up, An Xuetang had already ended the fight. She grabbed her basket and rushed out now.

That person almost didn't have time to react. By the time he reacted, An Xuetang was already a certain distance away from him.

He rushed after her, but as soon as he reached the doorway, the masked man appeared there, blocking his path and preventing him from chasing after An Xue Tang any further.

"My lord," a subordinate said cautiously, "The Northern Border Princess took quite a lot of things."

Having said that, he immediately knelt down on one knee and continued, “My subordinate deserves death. The Northern Border Princess moved too quickly; I couldn't see what medicinal herbs she took.”

The masked man let out a cold snort. "It's no problem, on my turf she can't stir up any trouble."

His subordinate had somehow managed to avoid punishment this time, which filled him with a sense of relief. However, he dared not look up at his master for fear of attracting attention.

The masked man looked thoughtfully in the direction An Xue Tang had left, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. After a moment of silence, he turned to his subordinate who was kneeling on the ground, "Get up."

"Thank you, master!"

Here, An Xuetang returned to the room. Eleven was originally sitting on a chair, and when he saw her enter, there was still a basket in his hand. She subconsciously wanted to take it over.

"An Xuetang shifted slightly and shook her head faintly, "You're still not healed from your injuries. Just lie here."

As she spoke, she placed the basket on the table and turned to go to the bedside.

Mo Yunjing looked at her with a smile in his eyes, then glanced at the basket she had placed on the table. Looking at the full basket, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, "It seems like Tangtang, you have quite a harvest this trip."

An Xuetang followed his gaze to the basket, and a slight smile played on her lips. "You're right," she said, "That person's apothecary shop has quite a few good things. With these...this concubine can let her creativity run wild."

After finishing her words, An Xuetang sat down on the edge of the bed and immediately began to feel Mo Yunjing's pulse. Seeing that he hadn't worsened, she finally felt a little relieved.

"Sugar."

Mo Yunjing's dark and deep eyes stared intently at An Xue Tang's serious face, "Do you have any news about Feng Ming"

He didn't want to ask this question because bringing it up would inevitably make An Xue Tang worry, but if he didn't ask, she wouldn't stop worrying either. After all, it was a hurdle in her heart, and he had to care about it.

When mentioned phoenix chirping, An Xuetang's eyes darkened.

After a moment of silence, she spoke, "Big brother should be fine. Arling, do you remember the person I told you about when you first woke up"

Mo Yunjing nodded slightly. He naturally remembered that person, who had come out of nowhere and offered to help them deal with the masked man.

Such a person naturally left a deep impression.

An Xue Tang pursed her lips, “Before he left, he told me one thing. He said no matter what I heard, I shouldn’t believe it. And I heard that masked ugly man tell his men they only sent people in to hunt down my brother, but as for whether my brother truly died, they couldn't confirm.”

Speaking of which, An Xuetang thought of the bloodstains. She looked at Mo Yunjing, "Besides, Big Zi seems to have also arrived. It's very likely that it's with its elder brother now."

Is Big Purple here

Mo Yunjing's eyes narrowed slightly. If Da Zi really appeared, then Feng Ming might not be in any real danger.

It's no wonder Tangtang at his house isn't so worried anymore, now it seems the chances of Fengming getting into trouble aren't very high.

Now An Xuetang could only choose to believe that mysterious man, so all she needed to do was take care of Eleven's injuries and find a way to get the man to treat her family member Ajing to the greatest extent possible.

Thinking this, An Xue Tang took a deep breath and calmed herself. Then she looked at Eleven, "Eleven, we killed Wujian today. Wuhuai definitely won't swallow his anger. You be more careful tonight."

Yes, Your Highness.

An Xuetang stood up at this time, "I'll treat your wound first."

Shi Yi glanced at Mo Yunjing who sat steadily on the bed, and quickly shook his head. "Your Highness, no… there's no need, this subordinate…"

"You can't handle this yourself." An Xuetang had already walked to his side, and then took out several herbs from the basket, "Alright, stop dawdling, quickly take off your clothes."

Hesitantly, he cautiously looked at Mo Yun Jing. He was undressing in front of the princess, would the king slap him to deathyes darkened. "That's right, Your Majesty has only allowed that Hua Guifei to care for him recently. Not only me, but even the Empress cannot see the Emperor now."Noble Consort HuaMo Yunze's sharp eye...