an Qing."General Han, it's best if we don't meet anymore in the future. This princess has been misunderstood by someone, I'm leaving!"The guards of the Yi Wangfu drove a carriage and disappeared at th...: []

Hearing the sound of the door, Mo Chenjun turned his head to look for the source.

What do I look like

Looking directly at Yun'an, Mo Chenjun bluntly asked this question.

The Sect Leader of the Devil Cult was naturally handsome.

He gave a hearty thumbs-up in approval.

"Then, do you have any improper thoughts about this deity"

"Huh"

Yun An'an hadn't even sat down in her chair when she heard Mo Chenjun utter that nonsensical remark.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

I was stunned for a moment.

"I wouldn't dare, Your Lordship. Your appearance is so stunning and captivating that it's beyond the reach of ordinary people like us to even aspire to."

Holding a wine cup, Yun Anan poured herself a glass of clear wine.

Looking at Mo塵jun without his mask, especially those violet eyes, she felt like something was off about him today.

Her violet eyes were fixed on him, making anyone watching think they were having an affair.

"Hey, big brother~ Have you had enough If you have something to say, just say it. After dinner, I have to go to the market to buy groceries."

Lunch is settled, dinner tonight has to be cooked myself.

I haven't cooked a good meal for Beichen Yi in a while, he has lost weight.

"I invited you here today for one reason: the feather cloak."

"What did you find"

All the leads she found were cut off artificially. Could it be that this person found even more clues

"If I were to speak, what benefits would you offer me"

His cold and magnetic voice held a hint of playfulness. Mo Chenjun stood up, taking step by step towards Yun An'an, the distance between them shrinking with each stride.

"Hold on, let's talk this out. Don't get so close, my reputation isn't great to begin with, you're making it easy to spread rumors about us."

Yun'an'an doesn't care about what others think of her.

But listening to it always feels comforting.

For example, there are rumors going around that she and Han Qing still have feelings for each other and secretly meet up three or five times.

For example, she took Yuan Si Nian, the head of the Yuan family, as her subordinate under the guise of a physician.

Also, saying that she repeatedly takes advantage of the innocent youth Gongsun Lang, her heart is truly wicked, and so on and so forth!

If there were even a hint of flirtation between her and the Demon Lord, tomorrow's storytellers in Kyoto would be churning out ten thousand-word romance novels titled "The Ruthless Demon King and the攝政 Duchess: A Tale of Two Lovers".

"When did the princess consort of Yi ever care so much about what others thought And you are the first woman to have seen my true appearance."

According to the traditions of their Demon Sect, once a Demon Sect Master's mask falls and is seen by a woman, she becomes the love of his life, the woman he must marry.

Of course, Mo Chenjun didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Yun An'an unnaturally shifted her chair and smiled awkwardly.

"Shouldn't the first person to have seen your face be your own mother, big brother... If you have a lead on the wingflower, just say it."

Seeing Mo Chenjun take another step forward, Yun An'an directly kicked out.

However, this kick landed squarely on the Demon Lord's groin.

Though the kick wasn't too light nor too heavy, any man could feel the pain of being struck. Mo Chenjun was no exception.

His handsome face turned ashen, Mo Chenjun endured the pain silently, his sword brows nearly twisting into a knot.

"Oh dear… why didn't you dodge! I'm so sorry, sorry!!"

Yun'an wasn't sure how to comfort Mo Chenjun, but if not for Mo Chenjun constantly getting himself into trouble, she wouldn't have instinctively kicked him in the first place.

With Mo Chenjun's cultivation level, he shouldn't be able to cut off his descendants. The Demonic Sect could still have successors.

"Yun'an An."

Mo Chen called out Yun An'an by name, his clenched fists betraying the torment the demon lord was enduring.

Yun'an An kept serving tea and water, and after a long while, Mo Chenjun finally returned to normal.

"Sorry, I almost made you the first eunuch Demon Sovereign in history."

Mo Chen glanced at Yun An'an with his eyes, and Yun An'an immediately shut her mouth and sat quietly on the side.

Slap~~

A letter lay on the table. Mo Chenjun was too lazy to even utter a word to Yun An'an.

"What's this"

He glanced at the envelope, which was completely stuffed with letters. Could it be related to Hoshizora

"If I don't speak, I'll take it. Three, two, one~"

Yun An'an received the envelope and put it in her backpack behind her. Then, she took out some bottles and jars from her backpack.

"These are some bottles of medicine for wounds, they might work. You can take them orally or apply them externally, that's... I'm going to go now, bye bye!!"

Putting down the trauma medicine, and ignoring Mo Chenjun's murderous look in his eyes, Yun Anan dashed out of Tianxiang Building.

"Come, come, let's go back home!"

"Your Highness, did a dog get you"

"Fuck your **, get the hell out!"

"Oh~"

Qingfeng, with his head full of questions, left Tianxiang Building in a carriage.

Standing in the elegant room on the second floor of Tiangxiang Lou, Zhuang Bian watched the shadow gradually disappear from his sight. The warmth of anger in his violet eyes had yet to dissipate.

"Yun'an'an, after seeing this deity's face, you've ruined this deity's afterlife. You are responsible."

"Achoo~"

Inside the moving carriage, Yun An'an let out a loud sneeze.

There was a chill in the air behind me, like I was being plotted against.

Unpacking the thick envelope, each sheet of paper listed the names of those who had purchased angelica root recently, along with their detailed information.

There were fifty or more pages, but nearly forty sheets of paper had names circled in red. Without a doubt, these forty-plus people had vanished from the world.

and so on—

How could there be a name like "Clouds Across a Thousand Mountains"

Yun An'an furrowed her brow, carefully reading the letter detailing Yun Qian Shan's information.

The paper specified when Yunchi Shan bought the feather grass, how much he purchased, and even details about his social connections.

One column lists her birth date and eight characters, Yun'anan.

"Qingfeng, go to Yunxiang Mansion first, then go to the market."

"Oh~"

Qingfeng changed direction and headed towards Yunxiang Mansion.

By the time they reached Yun Xiangfu, it was already an hour later.

Yun Anan got off her carriage and just happened to meet Yun Qianshan, who had just returned from his walk.

Yun Qian Shan was also stunned when he saw Yun An An.

"Why did you suddenly think to visit your father today"

"Don't beat around the bush, I have something to ask you."

When it comes to Guan Yu's clothing, treat it with respect.

What happened

Yun Qian Shan was dumbfounded, nearly dragged into Yun Xiangfu by Yun An An.

It's known that Yun An An has something to ask Yun Qian Shan. If you didn't know, you might think she was going to attack him.

In the courtyard, Yun Qian Shan blinked her eyes, waiting for Yun An An to speak.

"Where is the feather grass"

"Isn't that right in front of you."

Yun Qian Shan puckered his lips, and the tea leaves in his cup transformed into feather grass.

"Did you buy chamomile for tea"

"Or else what, prolong life or be toilet paper"

Since Yun Qian Shan was dismissed from office, his words have become increasingly casual.

In the past, it was just idle chatter. Now, it's typical for grumpy old men to be aggressive while taking walks.

How many more coats of feathers are there

The letter stated that Yun Qian Shan had purchased a large amount of feather grass, totaling three jin.

Although *Houttuynia cordata* is not a precious medicinal herb, its production is limited and its growth environment is restricted. As a result, the amount of *Houttuynia cordata* available in major pharmacies in Kyoto each year is limited.

"What are you going to do"

Looking at Yun An'an with eyes full of suspicion, Yun Qian Shan stared at her like a bandit.

"You stole my Gao Mo, and you still want to steal Yu Yi Cao"

"No, having so much downy ovarian grass in your hands is dangerous. Would you like me to get you a different kind of tea instead"

"Want some tea"

Yun Qian Shan looked even more doubtful at Yun An An.

To do good without cause, is either deceit or theft. This woman is cunning.

Seeing Yun Qian Shan's disbelief, Yun An An could only tell him about the feathergrass.

After hearing this, Yun Qian Shan decisively ordered his servants to gather all the feather-clothing grass and burn it.

"I told you so, back then someone tried to steal my feather-cloth from me and even threatened to kill me!"

"Who is it What do they look like What's their name!"

Over three consecutive questions, Yun An'an wanted to get a clear understanding of the information about the person Cloud Qian Shan had met.

Just then, a crossbow bolt flew towards Yun Qian Shan, aiming to strike him.

At the crucial moment, Yun Anan gripped the crossbow bolt tightly.

A letter was attached to the end of the arrow.

The letter stated.

Two hours later, at the Ten'dō Forest on the outskirts of Kyoto, something happened...u..."A woman in her sixties or seventies was being worshipped by an elderly man, but she didn't want to live any longer and die prematurely."This is what an old man should do. Your Highness, despite p...