The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 397 A Killing Scheme Targeting the Marquis of Zhenbei!

The personal servant of the Marquis of Zhenbei was named Jin Kang. At this moment, when he looked at his master, the shock and fear in his eyes were even greater than the news he had heard outside.

Especially when he saw the smear of dark blood on his face, he turned pale with fright and rushed forward, saying, "My lord, what happened to you? This servant will go and summon the physician."

He dashed out in a flash.

Marquis Zhenbei clutched his pounding heart, feeling a buzzing in his head and a splitting headache. The pain reminded him of the nightmare from the previous night, so vividly real.

He even summoned the Golden Armor Gu.

But it was just a dream, so how could it have caused him such mental turmoil and exhaustion?

The Marquis of Zhenbei felt as if all his strength had been drained away, leaving him limp and unable to exert any force. His inner garment was soaked through and clung to his body, feeling chilly.

Jin Kang returned and helped him up: "My lord, the physician will be here soon, you..."

He stared in horror at his lord's suddenly graying hair and his face that looked more than ten years older. How could the lord have changed like this overnight?
The Marquis of Zhenbei noticed his unusual expression and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Jin Kang dared not speak.

Marquis Zhenbei frowned, pushed him away forcefully, got out of bed, his legs were so weak that they felt like limp noodles, and he almost collapsed.

Jin Kang helped him up, and in a few steps they arrived at the dressing table, where there was a bronze mirror. The Marquis of Zhenbei glanced at it casually and exclaimed in shock, "How is this possible!"

He rushed to the front of the stage, picked up the bronze mirror, and reached out to touch his face. Was this person, who looked more than ten years older, really him?
This is not right!

The Marquis of Zhenbei smashed the bronze mirror violently, his face ashen and his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Overnight, it was as if all his energy had been drained away. How could this be?

Could it be simply because of the nightmare that arose out of nowhere last night? He rarely dreams of Lang Zhengfan, and even when he does, it's very vague, appearing only briefly before disappearing.

But last night's dream dragged him into a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, causing him to suffer the pain of being burned alive. The dream was so real that it didn't seem like a dream at all.

Just because he's a ghost, does dreaming really make me lose my energy?
The Marquis of Zhenbei was panting heavily, looking down at his hands. Had he been hit by some kind of sneak attack, or poison?
The imperial physician arrived quickly and was startled by the appearance of the Marquis of Zhenbei. He immediately put down his medicine box and stepped forward to take his pulse. As soon as he took his hand, his brows furrowed.

Seeing the physician's furrowed brows and grave expression, the Marquis of Zhenbei asked, "Have I been poisoned?"

The physician was taken aback and said, "The Marquis's pulse doesn't seem to indicate poisoning."

"Then how could I have become like this overnight? Surely I couldn't have been possessed by a ghost?" The Marquis of Zhenbei's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

The physician immediately replied, "Judging from the Marquis's pulse, it seems that he has suffered from a deficiency of essence and blood, and is also deficient in both qi and blood. Furthermore, due to his overwork and exhaustion, his liver fire has risen..."

The Marquis of Zhenbei was clearly dissatisfied with this explanation. What did he mean by being depleted of both qi and blood? How could a grown man in his prime become like this overnight? Unless a zombie came to suck his blood.

He wanted to lash out, but then, for some reason, his expression changed several times. He waved his hand and said, "Bring over some tonics to replenish qi and blood."

The physician agreed. The Marquis of Zhenbei's face was extremely gloomy. He thought of the time in his dream when he summoned the Golden Armor Gu, and then he was struck by that terrible nightmare. Could it not have been a dream, but rather someone had cast a spell on him?
His expression turned cold, and a layer of sweat broke out on his back. He summoned his guards and asked if anything had gone wrong the night before. The reply was that everything was normal.

Although the Marquis of Zhenbei was aware of the methods those Xuanmen sorcerers possessed, how could he not know them? Just like the spirit witch, they were equally feared. As a sorcerer with extraordinary abilities, what difficulty would it be for him to deceive these secret guards?
Perhaps they don't even need to come to his side; as long as they know his birth date and time, they can use some kind of evil magic to curse him!

Marquis Zhenbei was caught up in conspiracy theories and his mind was in turmoil. If it was a political enemy in the court who wanted to deal with him, they would simply use court methods, just like they did with his family. They shouldn't have to resort to trickery.

So who would go to such lengths?

But in my dream, it was Lang Zhengfan.

His unease grew stronger, like a frantic caged beast unable to escape the agonizing confinement.

The guards withdrew, and Jin Kang asked, "My lord, has someone cast a curse on you? If so, why don't we ask the Censorate to investigate?"

Marquis Zhenbei was taken aback. Yes, the Surveillance Department could help, but then he thought of the protective Gu on his body and shook his head.

No one should know that he has this curse.

Marquis Zhenbei shook his head: "No need for now. Go find Old Chang. Haven't you found the spirit shaman yet?"

"There's still no news." Jin Kang then remembered what he had overheard outside and said hesitantly, "My lord, there's a storyteller outside who's telling a new story at the Guangming Teahouse."

"Speak the whole story, don't just say half of it." The Marquis of Zhenbei looked displeased.

Jin Kang then briefly recounted the contents of the story, which was essentially about how someone used a vicious sorcery to harm a young hero who had once been as close as brothers, risking his life together. However, in order to usurp the general's position, the sorcerer resorted to witchcraft to make the general appear to have died from severe injuries. Later, the sorcerer rose through the ranks to become a newly appointed noble marquis, and afterwards, he even hypocritically offered sacrifices for the deceased, gaining a reputation for loyalty, righteousness, and benevolence. Unfortunately, his son was a good-for-nothing, and before getting married, he caused a scandalous incident of a hero fighting for a beauty, leading to the annulment of the engagement.

Although the story doesn't name names, the people of Wujing aren't fools. With a little comparison, they can easily spot the real-life counterparts without much digging.

This suggests that Lang Zhengfan's death was suspicious, and that the Marquis of Zhenbei poisoned him with Gu poison!

The Marquis of Zhenbei swayed, staring at him with eyes wide with fury: "Who, who wrote this story? How is this possible? When did it get out?"

His mind was reeling, as if struck by lightning. How could such a story have been leaked? Why did it have to be leaked now that he's back?

Yes, he had felt uneasy all the way, and this unease hadn't subsided since they entered the city. Sure enough, a series of things happened in quick succession, from that unfilial son to the matter of his wife and brother releasing the seal, and there was still no news of his daughter.

Right now, he has become like this overnight, and such deadly rumors are spreading outside. All that has happened before is just a small part of the problem. Harming Lang Zhengfan's story is the real killer arrow.

Is this a trap set for him, or even a deadly trap?

Who is the person hiding behind this who wants to kill him?
The Marquis of Zhenbei was filled with fear and panic. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. His blood rushed to his head, and in a fit of agitation, he spat out another mouthful of blood and fainted.

As his consciousness faded, the nightmare of the previous night flashed through his mind: Lang Zhengfan reached out to him and pulled him into a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire...

It's not that it is not reported, the time has not come.

Lang Zhengfan, he's here to collect his debt!