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nOutside a quiet side hall of the side palace, a carriage slowly stopped. The State Preceptor and Wan Feng stepped off the wooden stool and got off. The guards of Nanzhao on both sides bowed silently. The State Preceptor walked in front expressionlessly, and Wan Feng obediently followed behind him.

nAfter entering the side hall, the State Preceptor took off his raincoat. Wan Feng caught it in time and looked at him blankly. “Master.”

nThe State Preceptor did not say anything. Instead, he turned around and went to Helian Qi’s room. He took out a Nine Revolutions Soul Return Pill to feed him. There was no sign of a living person on Helian Qi’s body anymore, but his heart was still beating slightly, so that the imperial physician could feel his weak pulse.

nHis soul had long died, but his shell was like a puppet that was controlled by others. Even though he had committed a crime when he was alive, Wan Feng could not help but feel sorry for him.

nWan Feng turned his face away from the withered Helian Qi.

n“Let’s go,” the State Preceptor said to Wan Feng.

nWan Feng came back to his senses and turned around. He saw that his master had already left the house and was looking at him calmly at the door. He scratched his head and followed him awkwardly.

nThere were many disciples in the State Preceptor Hall, but this time, there was only Wan Feng who followed the State Preceptor to Great Zhou. Wan Feng took care of all the State Preceptor’s civilian affairs, and he took care of all the food, clothes, and accommodation.

nAfter returning to the room with the State Preceptor, Wan Feng poured a cup of tea for the State Preceptor. Then, he went to the small kitchen to receive their lunch. They originally wanted to eat with the other ministers, but they were afraid that they would not be able to make it in time today, so they told them to eat first. It was indeed past lunchtime.

nThere were a few authentic Capital dishes in the small kitchen. Wan Feng carried them back to the State Preceptor’s room with a food box.

nWan Feng was not used to the dishes in the Capital. Fortunately, he had brought the spicy sauce from Nanzhao. He took out a jar and scooped two spoonfuls into an exquisite plate. One for him and one for his master.

n“Let’s eat.” The State Preceptor picked up his chopsticks.

nWan Feng placed the jar and sat down.

nThe State Preceptor did not say much, so Wan Feng did not dare to speak too much to him. There was only the sound of chewing at the table for the two of them. Wan Feng was used to it, but today, he felt that something was missing. Just as Wan Feng was hesitating if he should find a topic to talk to his master, a trusted aide of the State Preceptor walked into the room.

n“State Preceptor.” The aide bowed.

nThe State Preceptor nodded lightly. “You found out?”

n“Yes.” The trusted aide handed a letter to the State Preceptor and left.

nThe State Preceptor opened the letter and casually folded it on the table.

nFrom Wan Feng’s angle, he could coincidentally see the words “Young Master Manor”. Wan Feng’s big eyes rolled and he asked curiously, “Master, what did the letter say?”

n“See for yourself,” the State Preceptor said.

nWan Feng opened the letter and found that it was all information about Yu Wan. Her birth characters, where she was born, her parents’ close relatives. Everything was written.

n“Master, you’re investigating her?” This much information could not be finished in a day or two, right? Master had already investigated eighteen generations of her ancestors after meeting Princely Heir Consort Yan for the first time. Wasn’t it enough to find out if the holy artifact was with her? Why did he know so much?

n“Why are you investigating her, Master?” Wan Feng asked in confusion.

nThe State Preceptor did not answer.

nIt seemed that he did not intend to tell him. Wan Feng tactfully shut his mouth, but in the end, his curiosity about Yu Wan was piqued. He changed the topic and said, “Master, can a strand of hair really find the whereabouts of the holy artifact?”

n“Of course,” the State Preceptor said sparingly.

nWan Feng lowered his head and took a bite of rice. He then picked up a piece of smoked bamboo shoots and dipped it in spicy sauce. After eating, he carefully glanced at his master. “What if we find out that the holy artifact is in the hands of the Princely Heir Consort Yan?”

n“Take it back,” the State Preceptor said.

nWan Feng took another bite of rice and wanted to shut up, but he couldn’t help it again. “Are you taking it secretly?”

nAfter asking, he realized that he had asked an extremely stupid question. If he didn’t take such a valuable thing secretly, should he snatch it openly?

nHey, the holy artifact of our Nanzhao is in your hands. Quickly return the holy artifact to us!

nUh… Only a fool would hand it over, right?

nIf nothing had happened to General Helian, there might still be a trace of hope for negotiation—exchanging the armor for the holy artifact was an excellent deal no matter how he looked at it. However, General Helian had ruined everything. At this moment, Wan Feng really felt that he deserved to suffer.

nWithout waiting for the State Preceptor to speak, Wan Feng said, “If we take it secretly, how does Master plan to take it?”

nThe State Preceptor glanced at him. “You’re a little talkative today.”

nWan Feng said embarrassedly, “Because she treated my injuries. She picked up my life.”

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