"Xinxin, what's wrong with you?"
Si Jianye raised an eyebrow, and the golden mask on his face exuded a hint of coldness. His low, hoarse voice carried a warning, "You pretended to be sick last time. This time, no matter what, you have to leave with me."
Si Xinxin did not speak. Her small body suddenly collapsed to the ground, her facial features contorted in pain.
In just a moment, she was drenched in sweat, her clothes clinging tightly to her back.
"Xinxin!"
Si Jianye panicked.
He quickly picked up Si Xinxin and fumbled in his embrace for a bottle of medicine, feeding it to her.
As the medicine entered her mouth, a cool spiritual energy circulated rapidly within Si Xinxin's body. She stopped frowning, and the pain noticeably subsided.
"Leave the Li Kingdom immediately. This place is not suitable for Xinxin to recuperate."
Beneath the mask, Si Jianye's handsome face was already a mess of panic, his eyes fixed intently on Si Xinxin.
The mention of leaving immediately sent shivers down Si Xinxin's spine, and she trembled, her lips quivering as sweat poured down her face.
Seeing the profuse sweat on Si Xinxin's forehead, Si Jianye grew anxious and quickly channeled his spiritual energy into her body to examine her.
Axi, as if recalling something, specifically interjected, "The first time Miss met Feng Ninghe was on the street. Miss inexplicably fell ill, and this eldest young lady of the Feng family stepped in to treat her, giving Miss some medicine. Miss immediately recovered."
These words were something Si Jianye had never heard before.
He raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, his gaze shifting to Axi. His long eyes held a look of astonishment.
Anyone who could save Si Xinxin was naturally no ordinary person.
"Who is this woman? Does she know medicine?"
He subconsciously asked, his gaze returning to the profusely sweating Si Xinxin.
If he could, he wished he could bear the pain for Si Xinxin.
Axi pondered for a moment and quickly replied, "She is a disciple of Immortal Xu. This Immortal Xu founded the Medicine Valley. It is said that this person's medical skills are superb. Feng Ninghe has transformed from a cultivation waste into a hot commodity. This person is not simple either."
Si Jianye's knowledge of Feng Ninghe was limited to her being the eldest young lady of the Feng family.
He did not want to waste unnecessary time and energy on others.
"Daddy... Daddy!"
Si Xinxin's lips trembled as she reached out her chubby little hand to gently tug at his sleeve. Her childish voice was extremely weak, "The pretty sister knows medicine... she saved me last time. Maybe she can help."
The thought of meeting the pretty sister made her feel much better, and she instantly perked up.
Looking at her pale little face, Si Jianye's heart ached. He reached out and hugged her tightly, "Alright, then we'll go to the manor and have a look."
Axi busied himself leading the way, proactively explaining, "Your Highness, I have already inquired about the path to the manor. Follow me, I will take you there."
Inside the manor.
Feng Tongtong was recuperating in her room.
The elders of the Feng family had sent a lot of medicinal herbs.
After all, she was the third young lady of the Feng family and was to marry the First Prince. Her body naturally needed to recover quickly.
Nourished by miraculous elixirs, within half a day, Feng Tongtong was already able to get out of bed and walk on her own.
"Tongtong, I have good news!"
Madam Zhang hurried in from outside, her eyes curving, an endless smile spreading across her face.
Upon hearing the good news, Feng Tongtong's mood improved slightly, and she eagerly asked, "What good news? Could it be that there's a way for me to cultivate again?"
Feng Ninghe had not only crippled her cultivation.
She had even destroyed her spiritual roots.
Madam Zhang shook her head generously and explained softly, "Your marriage to the First Prince is to be moved up. Your father has already sent someone to inform the First Prince about advancing the wedding. The First Prince has agreed, and in two days, we will go to discuss this matter with him."
For Feng Tongtong, the most urgent matter was to marry Baili Ye as soon as possible, to avoid any unforeseen complications.
There was no rule in the royal family that a consort could not cultivate.
Once she married the First Prince, even if she couldn't cultivate, no one would dare to look down on her.
At this moment, a spark of light appeared in her eyes, "Indeed, we should get married sooner. My cultivation being crippled must absolutely not be known to the First Prince. After we are married, even if this matter comes to light, it will be a done deal, with no turning back."
Madam Zhang's mood also improved, and she said with some relief, "Once you become a royal consort, your status will also be higher than Feng Ninghe's. She will have to bow to you when she sees you. Moreover, she was the one who most wanted to marry the First Prince before. Now that you are marrying the First Prince, she can only watch from the sidelines."
Feng Tongtong chuckled repeatedly, constantly agreeing.
In the past, Feng Ninghe had been reckless for Baili Ye.
Even if this bitch returned to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion in five years, she would never get Baili Ye.
Thinking of this, Feng Tongtong's back straightened a little.
In another courtyard of the manor.
The courtyard was not large but was exceptionally elegant, filled with blooming flowers and picturesque scenery.
Inside the house, Xiao Zhao was boasting about himself incessantly.
Upon learning of what happened last night, Old Man Xu shrugged helplessly, "Look at how happy you are, delighted by such a small matter."
Xiao Zhao proudly tilted his head, hands on his hips, jumped onto Old Man Xu's shoulder, and chattered non-stop.
Feng Ninghe was drinking tea, her eyes devoid of much emotion.
To her, everything Feng Tongtong had encountered was not worth mentioning.
This was just the beginning.
The power within the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion had not yet been seized, and Feng Guangyao and Madam Zhang were still living at ease.
Five years ago, Feng Qingcheng, who had plotted against her, was still in the Immortal Sect.
And that First Prince, who was trying his best to curry favor with Mo Zisang, just to enter the Immortal Sect. The loss to the treasury was far less than the pain she had endured five years ago.
Her revenge was far from over.
Suddenly, an evil wind swept through, blowing open the window and entering the room, sending a chill down their spines.
Xiao Zhao, who had been chattering, narrowed his eyes, instinctively bristling, and looked around vigilantly.
Old Man Xu shivered, his lips moving as he softly reminded, "Ninghe, this wind is too strange. This aura is very familiar."
Feng Ninghe also sensed something amiss. She turned her gaze to the outside of the courtyard.
But there was nothing unusual in the courtyard.
"I'll go take a look."
With that, she quickly got up and walked out of the courtyard.
Old Man Xu and Xiao Zhao did not idle and quickly followed.
"Pretty sister!"
A soft, milky female voice echoed in the courtyard.
Si Xinxin's complexion was not good, and her forehead was covered in sweat beads, but her bright eyes were shining.
Seeing Feng Ninghe, she ran and ran, the little pigtails on her head bobbing with her steps, looking incredibly cute.
She swayed and threw herself into Feng Ninghe's embrace, "Pretty sister, I finally see you!"
"Xinxin, why are you here?"
Feng Ninghe was startled, but her hand reached out to her forehead, her voice full of concern, "Why are you sweating so much? Have you fallen ill again?"