You Are Meant to be Mine

After returning to the Duke Palaces, Feng Qingying didn't bother to rest and headed to her medicine room. Inside were all sorts of herbs and ancient books, which was where she researched prescriptions.

Then she had a couple of rats brought in and kept in different cages, letting them touch the heart, which was full of holes, in different ways, to see what would make them get sick faster.

The street was empty. His hair was loose, covering most of his face, and the person standing in front of him was also a man dressed in black, only that man was dressed in finely made silk clothes.

"You You, you did well this time."

The black-clothed man opposite You You praised.

In front of black-clothed men, the Netherworld Priest had a very humble attitude, "This was also arranged well by Chief Protector."