I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 314

No sooner had he finished speaking than a luxurious carriage stopped in front of the wonton stall. Yan Chengtong lifted the curtain and waved to the three of them: "Good morning."

Chu Shangming responded warmly, "Good morning, Brother Yan. Would you like some wontons?"

"No, I've already eaten at home." Yan Chengtong got off the carriage, a folding fan tucked into his waistband, and yawned lazily.

He sat down next to Chu Shangming, glanced at Ren Qingxia, and frowned: "What are you doing here?"

Ren Qingxia succinctly replied: "Eat noodles."

"You came all this way just to eat noodles?" Yan Chengtong said, glancing at Pei Yunjian.

Ren Qingxia said earnestly, "The noodles here are delicious."

"Really?" Yan Chengtong glanced at the noodles in his bowl covered in chili oil, his face showing disgust. "Eating like this so early in the morning, aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache?"

“My stomach is made of iron, not as precious as Young Master Yan’s.” Ren Qingxia put the spoon back into Pei Yunjian’s hand. “Eat quickly, it will get cold soon.”

"I'm full." Pei Yunjian wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

Seeing that he really didn't intend to eat, Ren Qingxia reached out and took his bowl, finished the remaining wontons in a few bites, and found the taste too bland, so he continued eating his own noodles.

Yan Chengtong's teeth ached from watching it. He turned his head, trying to find common ground with Chu Shangming, but the guy just couldn't see what was wrong.

"Young master, where should we put these bags?" The servant carried three large bags of luggage down from the carriage, which looked quite heavy.

Yan Chengtong pointed to his feet.

Chu Shangming looked at him in surprise: "Why are you carrying so much luggage? His Highness Prince Xiao instructed us to travel light."

"Where are there too many?" the servant answered for his young master. "These are all things my young master is used to using; he can't sleep without them."

The lady had originally prepared enough for five carriages of goods, but after the young master had picked and chosen, only this much remained.

Seeing that the carriage had left but the servant was still standing, Chu Shangming couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yan, are you taking the servant with you?"

Yan Chengtong nodded as a matter of course, and then asked in return, "Aren't you bringing any?"

Pei Yunjian and Chu Shangming both shook their heads.

Yan Chengtong frowned: "If we don't bring servants, who will serve tea and water, wash clothes and fold bedding?"

Young Master Yan had servants to attend to him while he studied at the Imperial Academy, so it was already considered extremely simple if he didn't bring a large group of maids and servants when he went on a long trip.

“Not everyone is as fortunate as Young Master Yan.” After finishing his noodles, Ren Qingxia wanted to wipe his mouth but realized he didn’t have a handkerchief, so he reached out to Pei Yunjian for one.

Pei Yunjian gestured towards the rag on the table.

Ren Qingxia hesitated for a moment, then reached out to take it.

"You don't mind getting dirty?" Pei Yunjian quickly slapped his hand away and threw his own handkerchief at him.

Ren Qingxia rubbed her reddened hand, smiled at the person opposite her, and slowly wiped her mouth.

Yan Chengtong felt a toothache again, nudged Chu Shangming with his elbow, unfolded his folding fan to cover his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Don't you feel awkward being with them?"

Chu Shangming blinked blankly, about to ask what was wrong, when another carriage stopped in front of the wonton stall.

Compared to the carriage at the Yan residence, this carriage is much simpler and more understated, but it is still quite large.

King Xiao reached out and lifted the curtain, glanced at the four people, and his gaze landed on Ren Qingxia. He asked, "Are you going too?"

Ren Qingxia hadn't originally planned to go, but upon hearing that there seemed to be a chance, she nodded in agreement.

King Xiao asked, "Does your family know?"

Ren Qingxia continued to nod.

Pei Yunjian kicked him under the table, "Stop messing around!"
Ren Qingxia remained expressionless as he looked at King Xiao: "My martial arts skills are passable."

King Xiao thought for a moment and nodded: "It's getting late, everyone come up."

This means that the speaker agreed.

Ren Qingxia was so happy that he grabbed Pei Yunjian's bundle, carried it on his back, and pulled him into the carriage.

Yan Chengtong felt like his eyes were going blind, and immediately didn't want to go anymore.

But in the end, Chu Shangming pulled him up.

Once the carriage had left the city, Yan Chengtong suddenly felt that something was missing.

He looked around: "Where are my luggage and servant?"

“At the wonton stall.” King Xiao turned to him and smiled slightly. “Traveling light.”

Yan Chengtong: "..." After realizing what he meant, he grabbed the car door and shouted, "Stop the car! I'm not going, let me out!"

The carriage not only didn't stop, it actually sped up.

Under guard, they headed towards Mengzhou.

In the palace, Chu Liuzheng dragged his ailing body to the Magnolia Hall, only to learn that Prince Xiao had already left.

She sighed and put the letter back in her sleeve.

Looking up at the blooming magnolias in the courtyard, she silently prayed.

Brother, you really need to be reliable this time!

Changchun Palace.

Qiu Sui waved for the palace servants to leave, then walked to Empress Zhong's ear and whispered, "I've inquired, and there were no assassins last night. Chu Liuzheng must have been mistaken."

Empress Zhong frowned: "Is it just an optical illusion?"

“Yes, the Imperial Guards didn’t even see a shadow of the assassin.” Qiu Sui massaged her shoulders. “You’re quite pregnant now, and the imperial physician advised you to worry less so that the little prince can grow up well.”

Empress Zhong stroked her swollen belly and asked, "When will Doctor Qin arrive?"

"Eunuch Gao has already gone to invite him, and he should be arriving soon," Qiu Sui said. "This servant will go out and check."

"No rush," Empress Zhong said. "Has the antidote for the Cold Marrow Powder been developed?"

"Not yet." Qiu Sui looked at her expression. "This servant will send someone to the Imperial Hospital to inquire later."

"Hmm." Empress Zhong picked up the bird's nest soup on the table, stirred it gently with a silver spoon, and asked, "How many days has it been since Consort Zhu last visited?"

Qiu Sui calculated the time: "It's been four or five days. Since Your Majesty exempted the six palaces from paying their respects, she has come less often."

"I still think she's doing this out of kindness." Empress Zhong ate two spoonfuls of bird's nest and put it down, then ordered, "Send someone to find out what she's been busy with these days."

Just as Qiu Sui was about to go and do it, Empress Zhong stopped her: "Summon the people from the Imperial Household Department first. I have something to ask you."

"Yes, sir." Akiho accepted the order and left.

Three days later, good news came from the Imperial Hospital: the antidote for the Cold Marrow Powder had been made.

"Let's go see what's going on." Aidar took Weiming Yujin's hand and led the group toward Zhaoyang Palace with great interest.

Inside Zhaoyang Palace, the Emperor had already arrived, and the Empress Dowager had also sent Granny Zhao to keep an eye on him.

Feng Jing handed the antidote to Yan Hui: "Take it with warm water, and prepare two extra buckets of hot water."

Yan Hui asked in confusion, "Why do we need to prepare more hot water?"

Feng Jing said seriously, "The antidote will cause you to sweat, and it will smell extremely bad."

Yan Hui's smile froze. How stinky was "extremely stinky"?
She soon found out.

Not only her, everyone knew.

The stench was like throwing a stinky sock into a pickle jar, letting it soak for days, then taking it out and putting it in the latrine, and then someone blew up the latrine, and the stinky sock just happened to fly right onto your nose.

The stench was so strong it made people dizzy and had difficulty breathing.

Many people went outside to vomit.

Feng Jing was prepared; before coming, he used poison to render himself olfactory, so he can't smell anything now.

He originally wanted to give Qin Shu a poison as well, but Qin Shu refused and almost chased after him with a needle, so he had to give up regretfully.

Aidar grabbed Weiming Yujin with one hand and ran, wishing he could just run out of the palace.

In the past, Wei Mingyujin would definitely have protested, but she was now overwhelmed by the stench.

Consort Xie and Consort Chun both fainted and were carried to the Imperial Hospital by Xiao Jingfan's men, who also took Granny Zhao with them.

Qin Shu decisively gave herself two injections to block her sense of smell.

Chu Liuzheng stood right next to her and immediately took the opportunity to get two injections from her, and also pulled Xia Qiaoru along for two injections.

Seeing this, Xiao Jingfan covered his nose and glared at her.

Chu Liuzheng had an innocent face.

Even if you glare at me, I can't turn you into a woman.

Xiao Jingfan: "..."