Father, who is both a heir and a descendant, is still biased; the bound system has gone berserk.

The atmosphere became so tense you could hear a pin drop.

The two imperial physicians and Doctor Hu were all astute individuals, and they immediately realized that Princess Anguo probably disliked the Imperial Preceptor of Xilin very much.

No, it's not just dislike, it's down to the level of disgust.

They knew in their hearts that they probably wouldn't see the miraculous medicine that could regenerate severed limbs today.

Upon hearing this, the Grand Preceptor of Xilin Kingdom instantly collapsed.

"Princess Anguo, may I speak with you in private?"

His voice came out in a sinister tone.

Ying Yufu smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

She lifted her foot and walked inside.

The Crown Prince grabbed her arm, and Ying Yufu said, "It's alright, let me see what he wants to say."

The Crown Prince then released his grip, and Ying Yufu lifted the curtain and walked into the inner room.

Upon entering, one sees the Western Lin National Preceptor lying on the bed, his face deathly pale, and his body drenched in cold sweat from the intense pain.

Even so, he still dared not take off the mask on his face.

His gaze toward her was exceptionally sinister.

Ying Yufu chuckled softly, "What a pity, the Western Lin National Preceptor is indeed seriously injured."

Ying Huanchong lowered his voice and said, "Fu'er, we are connected by blood after all. If you heal my body, I promise you that I will never bother you and your mother again for the rest of my life."

I am leaving Beixuan, never to return.

Ying Yufu looked at him with amusement and asked, "Your promise? What does your promise mean? And who are you? You're just a cripple now. Even if you go back to Xilin, would the Xilin Emperor really give a cripple a position?"

Or, do you still have a chance to return to Xilin?

Ying Huanchong's pupils constricted, and he completely broke down: "Ying Yufu, this is disobedience and unfilial piety. Even if you sever ties with the Marquis of Weiyuan's family, you are still blood relatives. How can you sever ties so easily?"

"Tsk!"

Ying Yufu looked at him with disdain. "I'm relieved to see him so helplessly furious. Your broken back must hurt a lot, right?"

A hint of malice flashed across her face. "But compared to the torment and suffering my mother has endured over the past eighteen years, this is just the beginning."

The eyes behind the mask of the Western Lin National Preceptor were wide open, filled with despair and collapse.

Ying Yufu looked down at him, "You want me to save you with a divine medicine? How come I didn't know the former Marquis of Weiyuan was so naive?"

Ying Yufu chuckled, then suddenly leaned closer to him, bowing slightly, and lowered her voice: "Do you know why you're so unlucky?"

Her tone was meaningful.

The Grand Preceptor of Xilin seemed to realize something, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at her. "It was you! What did you do to me?"

"I didn't do anything to you!" Ying Yufu blinked innocently, looking completely naive.

However, a deep sense of fear appeared in the eyes of the Western Lin National Preceptor.

Ying Yufu's smile vanished, she gave him a cold look, and turned to leave.

The Grand Preceptor of Xilin lay on the bed, panting heavily. He suddenly felt that the mask on his face was suffocating him.

He gasped for breath a few times before completely losing consciousness.

However, the envoys from Xilin dared not let the Grand Preceptor die; they even wanted to save him.

It wasn't that they supported and respected the Imperial Preceptor, but rather that the people Emperor Xilin trusted most were the Imperial Preceptor and Eunuch Tu.

Eunuch Tu is already dead. If the Imperial Preceptor dies as well, none of these ministers will escape when they return.

Even worse, it could implicate the entire family.

They dared not let the Imperial Advisor die.

Therefore, General Xilin invited the abbot of Baiyu Temple, who was still in the imperial city.

As soon as the abbot of Baiyu Temple arrived at Xilin Post Station, he saw the Crown Prince and Ying Yufu.

The abbot of Baiyu Temple immediately smiled broadly, "To see such an honored guest upon entering is a pleasure to be here. This humble Taoist greets you."

He lightly picked up his whisk and bowed in greeting.

Ying Yufu and the Crown Prince returned the greeting. The Abbot of Baiyu Temple was a recluse who had saved countless lives, and they should respect him.

The envoys from Xilin were extremely anxious. The Xilin Grand Preceptor said with a grave expression, "Master, the Grand Preceptor is inside. Please come in."

The Western Lin National Preceptor had fainted, but the pain was so intense that he was forced to wake up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw General Xilin leading the Abbot of Baiyu Temple into the room.

A glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in the eyes of the Western Lin National Preceptor. He looked at the Abbot of Baiyu Temple with hopeful eyes, hoping that this reclusive master could help him heal his back injury.

Unexpectedly, the abbot of Baiyu Temple, whose face had been calm and indifferent, suddenly changed when he saw the person on the bed.

He stopped in his tracks and stood motionless.

He simply stared intently at the Western Lin National Preceptor, scrutinizing him.

General Xilin and the other Xilin envoys asked anxiously, "Master?"

They looked at the abbot of Baiyu Temple with puzzled expressions.

But the abbot of Baiyu Temple looked increasingly grim, and even retreated repeatedly, turning to leave.

"Master, please wait!" General Xilin exclaimed anxiously. "Why must you leave, Master?"

The abbot of Baiyu Temple decided not to hide anything from them, saying, "This humble Taoist can see that the Imperial Preceptor is plagued by bad luck and his fate is already set; this humble Taoist cannot interfere."

General Xilin and the others' expressions changed drastically. General Xilin asked, "May I ask the Abbot, what do you mean by this? Why is the Imperial Preceptor suddenly plagued by bad luck?"

Despite asking this question, they also felt that the Imperial Advisor had been having a really bad time lately.

Each and every incident is shrouded in mystery.

"Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the cause of yesterday will be the effect of today. Although my Baiyu Temple does not believe in the cycle of cause and effect, I must say that the National Preceptor is entangled in karmic consequences."

All that has happened today is the consequence he deserves!

After saying this, Abbot Baiyu refused to linger any longer and quickly turned and left.

The envoys from Xilin stood there, pondering the words of the Abbot of Baiyu Temple.

They looked thoughtfully at the Imperial Advisor on the bed. So, what kind of evil consequence has the Imperial Advisor reaped?

What did he do in the past? And what is his relationship with Bei Xuan?

General Xilin and his colleagues exchanged glances, a strange light flashing in their eyes.

On the bed, the light in the eyes of the Western Lin National Preceptor had been completely extinguished, and he had fallen into utter despair.

Regret overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

What bad luck is plaguing me? What deserved consequences?

He couldn't help but wonder if the Marquis of Weiyuan's mansion would be in a completely different state today if he hadn't schemed against Shangguan Tang eighteen years ago.