Chapter 107: Winning Li Zhe's Trust

"You can't do this!" The fat man looked panicked as two soldiers came forward and grabbed his hands. He shrieked in a sharp voice, "I want to see Commander Qian! Commander Qian will stand up for me!"

"You're so noisy." Su Ruoqing raised his hand and dug his ears, showing an extremely impatient expression. "Since the imperial envoy and the general arrived here yesterday, the only person who can make decisions is the imperial envoy." After saying that, he raised his hand to signal the soldiers to take the man away.

The fat man was covered in blood and wriggling on the ground, looking like a huge fat worm. Pan Yueqing swept her gaze over the remaining people. Sure enough, the few who had been arrogant before took a step back when they met Pan Yueqing's gaze. Pan Yueqing raised an eyebrow and turned her gaze to Grandma Sun, saying softly, "The person has passed away. Let's give him a proper burial." She looked up at the high sun at noon and said meaningfully to Su Ruoqing, "Come to think of it, Father's side should be starting soon too."

"Miss, the wound on your hand..." Cang He and Luo Shui, who had rushed over in a hurry, were holding long swords. When they saw Pan Yueqing supporting an old woman and the little spots of red blood on her hand, it immediately stung Cang He's eyes. She stepped forward and grabbed Pan Yueqing's hand. Her hand was delicate, and the barbs looked very terrifying. Grandma Sun looked at Pan Yueqing's wound with some chagrin. After muttering a Buddhist prayer, she slapped her head and said, "There's a doctor at Fengxiang Temple!"

What a coincidence. Pan Yueqing exchanged a glance with Su Ruoqing. They were just about to go to Fengxiang Temple to take a look.

"Luo Shui, you take Grandma Sun to find Father," Pan Yueqing said in a solemn voice. After saying that, she mounted her horse and rode towards Fengxiang Temple.

"If there's nothing at Fengxiang Temple, then this trip will be in vain." Su Ruoqing frowned. Since the encounter with those people just now, he had realized that the problem in Suoyue City was not just the famine, but also the restlessness of people's hearts and the arousal of their animal instincts. Just as Grandma Sun had said, these people were no longer human; they were a group of evil spirits in human skin.

Who knew what the situation was like at Fengxiang Temple?

Pan Yueqing glanced indifferently at the wound on her hand. She didn't notice it before, so she didn't feel the pain. But now that she saw it, how could she not feel the pain? She held the reins with one hand and said, "If we don't go, we'll never find anything."

According to what that young man said, there was gold hidden in Fengxiang Temple, which was exchanged for gold by selling the food.

The dilapidated mountain gate of Fengxiang Temple announced that it had been ransacked. Pan Yueqing and the others dismounted their horses. Just as they were looking for a place to tie up the horses, a soft and small voice came from behind, "Are you the second young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Pan Yueqing felt a chill in her heart and turned around. She saw a little boy with messy hair on his head. He had a delicate face and looked somewhat familiar. She frowned and turned her head to ask, "Who are you?"

"Second Miss! Have you forgotten?" The little boy looked at her.

"Luo Shui, you take Grandma Sun to find Father," Pan Yueqing said in a solemn voice. After saying that, she mounted her horse and rode towards Fengxiang Temple.

"If there's nothing at Fengxiang Temple, then this trip will be in vain." Su Ruoqing frowned. Since the encounter with those people just now, he had realized that the problem in Suoyue City was not just the famine, but also the restlessness of people's hearts and the arousal of their animal instincts. Just as Grandma Sun had said, these people were no longer human; they were a group of evil spirits in human skin.

Who knew what the situation was like at Fengxiang Temple?

Pan Yueqing glanced indifferently at the wound on her hand. She didn't notice it before, so she didn't feel the pain. But now that she saw it, how could she not feel the pain? She held the reins with one hand and said, "If we don't go, we'll never find anything."

According to what that young man said, there was gold hidden in Fengxiang Temple, which was exchanged for gold by selling the food.

The dilapidated mountain gate of Fengxiang Temple announced that it had been ransacked. Pan Yueqing and the others dismounted their horses. Just as they were looking for a place to tie up the horses, a soft and small voice came from behind, "Are you the second young lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Pan Yueqing felt a chill in her heart and turned around. She saw a little boy with messy hair on his head. He had a delicate face and looked somewhat familiar. She frowned and turned her head to ask, "Who are you?"

"Second Miss! Have you forgotten?" The little boy pointed at his face and said joyfully, as if he had met an old acquaintance in a foreign land, "I'm the little monk who delivered food at Cibei Temple!"

"A little monk?" Pan Yueqing looked him up and down. His eyebrows and eyes were indeed similar, but she was a bit puzzled. "Why are you here?"

"At that time, Cibei Temple was burned down by someone. We were assigned to other temples. I thought being a monk was boring, so I ran away halfway and followed a merchant team going north." He smiled, showing two small canine teeth, and looked very cheerful. Pan Yueqing nodded, but she didn't know how to address him. Since this little monk had already returned to secular life, it was no longer appropriate to call him Little Master.

"Miss, you can call me Xiaoshi Tou." Xiaoshi Tou said naturally. Looking at Pan Yueqing and the soldiers behind her, he shook his head. "The Young Master doesn't like government soldiers. If you want to go in, you can't bring them in." He raised his hand and pointed at the group of people. In an instant, only Pan Yueqing was left.

Su Ruoqing frowned and pointed at himself. "I'm not a soldier. Why can't I go in?"

"You were born into a military family and have been stained with the smell of blood since birth." Xiaoshi Tou's eyes were as if they could speak. They flashed nimbly, and he shook his head at Su Ruoqing. When his eyes fell on the wound on Pan Yueqing's hand, he let out a slight sigh. "Although this wound is small, it can't be delayed." He mumbled as if nagging, "Miss, you always get yourself injured. This is not good. Why don't you learn a lesson after suffering a loss?"

People who didn't know the situation would just take Xiaoshi Tou's words as an exclamation, but Pan Yueqing subconsciously widened her eyes. Meeting Xiaoshi Tou's smiling eyes, it was as if she saw the person in her previous life who had fought on the battlefield for ten years and had scars all over his face, but was finally abandoned. That experience was still like a nightmare, haunting her like a lingering illness.

"Thank you for the reminder." Pan Yueqing lowered her eyes.

The moment she pushed the door open, even though Pan Yueqing didn't care much, she couldn't help but hold her breath. In a beam of sunlight shining through a hole in the roof, a young man in white was frowning as he read a book. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and his fair hand was holding the corner of the book. He looked up at Pan Yueqing, frowned, and said to Xiaoshi Tou behind him, "I've told you many times not to casually bring strange people home."

Xiaoshi Tou pouted and stepped forward to bow. "Young Master, she has a wound on her hand."

This was Li Zhe. Pan Yueqing stared at the man's eyebrows and eyes. She could see clearly that this extremely delicate face had made people suspect countless times that it was a girl in disguise. Pan Yueqing stood there I think it means "dumbfounded" as she watched Li Zhe get up impatiently. He just glanced at the wound on Pan Yueqing's hand and rolled his eyes. "Is this little wound even worth my attention?"

"I know someone who is about sixty years old and has spat out blood. You should be interested," Pan Yueqing calmed down, raised a smile, and said in a calm tone without getting angry.

"Excessive liver fire can also cause spitting blood. There's no need to see a doctor for an old person spitting blood... Where is the person you mentioned?" Li Zhe clicked his tongue, but he was still interested.

"In the capital, at the Marquis Dingyuan's Mansion."

After hearing Pan Yueqing's words, Li Zhe's face turned sour. He looked at Pan Yueqing with a cold face and said, "I don't treat people from the government."

"Is it because your father's unjust case hasn't been redressed?" Pan Yueqing didn't have the mood to build a relationship with Li Zhe. She said slowly and raised her hand in front of Li Zhe, who looked shocked. Before he could ask how she knew, Pan Yueqing smiled and said, "I can help you."

Li Zhe let out a sneer. Pan Yueqing sighed slightly and said, "Your father was just a victim of the power struggle between the two palaces because he offended someone in the Imperial Medical Office. He became a victim of the competition for favor between the two concubines."

The competition for favor between the two palaces referred to the conflict between Concubine Shu, the biological mother of Qi Sicheng, and Noble Consort Hui, who was pregnant on the same day at that time. At that time, because she loved Qi Sicheng so much, she didn't tell Li Zhe that the person she was loyal to was the son of his father's killer.

Li Zhe's smile froze. For so many years, he hadn't been able to find out anything through any connections, but the person in front of him had so easily revealed it. How could he believe it, and how could he not believe it...

Pan Yueqing swept his gaze and said slowly, "If you don't believe me, I can tell you everything I know."