"Miss Xiang, the master asked me to tell you, don't enter Beili, everything is fine at home, you don't have to worry about it, once you settle down, he will bring his wife to see you."
"Little girl, what do you think?" Zhan Chi asked.
"The original plan remains unchanged."
Zhan Chi nodded: "Okay, just do it."
As Gu Shuo said, she can do whatever she wants, and they will become her strongest backing.
"Thank you dad." Ye Qianning knew that Gu dad had made them all right.
"What plan?" Dachun asked.
"Dachun, you have to go and rest quickly." Zhan Chi pushed him to the door.
"Young master, you can't hide anything from me, or the master..."
"I know, I know."
Zhan Chi's perfunctory voice faded away.
Ye Qianning and the other two turned around the corridor before turning to look at Du Yi: "Has this happened to Sang Zhi in recent years?"
"Never."
"You said Sang Zhi will always disappear, what shape are the scars on his body?"
"It looks like a knife wound, and it seems to be cut by a thin sharp object. It is strange that those wounds will heal in half a month, and the wounds will disappear in a month."
"So weird?"
Ye Qianning frowned.
"Well, there were always rumors in the palace that the eighth prince was possessed by a ghost, because the day when the eighth prince disappeared was on the Ghost Festival, no matter how many people the emperor sent to guard it, it was useless."
"Hungry Ghost Festival? Have you ever checked it in Jianghu?"
"Nothing."
Ye Qianning felt that there were more and more mysteries hidden in Sang Zhi's body. Sang Zhi was holding her hair rope tightly in his hand. The reason for the sudden surge of fortune today might have something to do with him.
"Send a message to the Xianyue faction, asking them to check the sects related to the Ghost Festival among the four kingdoms, and tell me immediately if there is any news."
"yes."
Ye Qianning walked out of the room, and there was a sound in his ear.
More than a dozen breaths fell on Xianhai Tower, and they were the hidden guards beside Sang Zhi.
Ye Qianning walked towards that direction, opened the door, and four royal hidden guards stood in front of Sang Zhi's bed.
When they saw Ye Qianning coming in, they stood by the bed with a blank expression on their faces.
"He needs to rest, you go down." Ye Qianning said coldly.
"I will protect the Eighth Prince at all times under the orders of the emperor." The leading Yinwei said loudly, showing no signs of leaving.
"Everyone has become like this, how can you still protect?" Ye Qianning laughed, and uttered two words coldly: "Trash."
The four hidden guards all changed their faces.
"Miss Ye, we are also following orders." The leading Yinwei said coldly.
"Get off."
"Miss Ye..."
The head of the hidden guard hadn't finished speaking, and his throat felt fishy and sweet.
The other three also showed pale faces, holding their fingers on their chests.
"I'll say it again, get off, or you will be killed now." Ye Qianning's eyes were cold.
The leader of the hidden guard was sweating on his forehead, and he was silent for a few minutes before leading people away.
Ye Qianning hooked his hands towards Xiao Mafeng, the little bee landed on her shoulder, and then entered the space.
The smallest bees in Xiaoma Peak fly so fast that even those who know kung fu can hardly notice them. Their tiny claws are stained with a special poison.
When it falls on the human skin, it will make people feel a sense of suffocation. If you use internal force forcibly, you will get backlash.
The group of Royal Hidden Guards just wanted to do something to her, so they suddenly lost their breath.
Ye Qianning walked to the bed and looked at Sang Zhi. What did he do to make her fortune suddenly full?
