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An Lingge's expression changed slightly as she walked to Lan Xin's side and tore open her collar. Only then did she see that below her neck, there were already dense and dense red spots.

Such symptoms were exactly the same as the plague from his previous life!

Miss, what's wrong with Lan Xin?

Bi Zhu let go of her hands in shock, and her body fell to the ground.

She clearly hadn't fed the pill in her hands yet, so why did she suddenly die?

An Lingge did not speak, and instead went forward and pulled Lan Xin's sleeves, and as expected, smelled a rotten stench.

Her brows tightly knitted, and her expression was filled with an unprecedented seriousness, "If I'm not mistaken, Lan Xin is infected with a plague."

Plague?

Ming Xin and Bi Zhu both cried out at the same time, with expressions of shock and even some fear, "Everything is fine, how did Lan Xin get infected by the plague?"

Their Duke Palaces had always been heavily guarded, and the servants had also cleanly cleaned the entire Duke Palaces. Furthermore, Lan Xin had not come in contact with any outsiders for the past few days, so how could she have gotten infected by the pestilence?

Ming Xin pulled on An Lingge's arm with worry in her eyes: "Miss, since Lan Xin might be infected with the plague, you should stay away from her."

Plague was the easiest to infect. If Lan Xin really died from it and the young miss came into contact with her, she would inevitably be infected as well.

Hearing this, An Lingge took a few steps back, but did not turn around and leave. Instead, she instructed Brightheart and Bi Zhu to bring the Tong Oil Fire Stone over.

"Burn this place." An Lingge's voice was light, no fluctuations could be heard.

However, this was after all, a firewood house of the prince's mansion. How could it be burned so easily?

Even if the eldest miss gave the order, she was afraid that she would be reprimanded by the prince.

Bi Zhu bit her lips and said worriedly, "Miss, if we burn down the woodshed, I am afraid that..."

"I will explain this to father. Just do as I say and don't let anyone come to the woodshed. You must burn the woodshed clean. Otherwise, the plague will spread to the whole mansion."

The situation was actually so serious!

Both Brightheart and Bi Zhu were shocked in their hearts. They did not speak anymore and immediately followed An Lingge's instructions.

The two of them were, after all, the senior servants by An Lingge's side.

An Lingge then turned and walked into An Yingcheng's courtyard.

"Little Ge has something to see me about?"

The matriarch's birthday had just ended and there was the matter of Yu Guan Yin. Little Ge came at this time, but she did not know if it was because of this matter.

A thought flashed through An Yingcheng's eyes, but he didn't show it on the outside.

The guard stood in the study room and bowed his head in response, "Yes, the eldest miss said it was an urgent matter, so she asked your servant to come in and inform you."

Only then did An Yingcheng put down the brush in his hand, "Let her in."

"Father." The moment An Lingge entered the study room, she knelt down and saluted.

She stood up after the greeting was done, carrying a magnanimous and calm temperament with her as she walked.

"The guard said that you have urgent business with me because of Aunt Li and Yi Er?" An Yingcheng casually asked, but actually made An Lingge shook his head, "Grandmother has already taken care of some small matters. How would Little Ge dare trouble father with this matter."

This daughter of his had never been close with him. Previously, it was because of An Lingge's cowardly nature, he didn't like her at all when he saw her.

After these few years passed, An Lingge had become quite intelligent and generous. An Yingcheng realized that she had owed An Lingge all these years and it was her intention to make it up with her, but in the end, the affection between father and daughter couldn't be as deep as the relationship between him and An Lingyi's father and daughter.

Because of this relationship, An Lingge rarely came to find him, but now, if not because of Aunt Li and An Lingyi, then what was the reason?

Without waiting for An Yingcheng to ask, An Lingge explained the situation to him, "Earlier, a servant girl who made a mistake in my daughter's courtyard was sent to the firewood house. Today, when I led my men to release her, I saw that the servant girl's body twitched a few times before she actually died. The scariest thing was that the maid's neck was covered in red pimples, which were accompanied by pieces of dead skin, and her body also had a rotten stench. "

She paused for a moment, seeing that An Yingcheng's expression was also gloomy, she continued, "Your daughter has learned some medical knowledge, and felt that this plague is extremely similar to the one written in the books, so she asked the servant girl beside her to burn the woodshed. I came here to remind father to have everyone in the house be careful."

The corner of An Yingcheng's mouth stretched straight as his sharp eyes fell on An Lingge's body. Looking around, he asked, "Little Ge, is what you said true?"

"Of course it's true." An Lingge nodded her head, with her deep black eyes filled with anxiousness and urgency, "Once the plague appears, it will spread easily. If I don't make preparations soon, I'm afraid that when the plague breaks out, tens of thousands of lives would be lost in the capital."

If it was a plague, things would be even worse.

But An Yingcheng would not believe such a ridiculous thing just because of a few words. It was as if someone ran in front of him and told him that the sky was about to collapse, and made him run away.

At this time, the one speaking to him was his daughter, so An Yingcheng decided to listen to what he had to say.

This King doesn't think this is necessarily a plague." An Yingcheng put his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed, "How long has it been since you started learning medicine? How can you tell that the maid died from the plague? Moreover, a place like the woodshed is already cold and damp. It is normal for the servant girl to have problems with her skin after staying there for a few days.

No, she had seen the plague with her own eyes, and she knew exactly what it was like when it broke out.

An Lingge really wanted to tell An Yingcheng the truth so that he could prepare in advance so that tens of thousands of people in the capital would not die.

But she couldn't. Who would believe such a horrible thing as reviving from the dead?

An Lingge released the grip on her hand that was by her side. She took a deep breath and said, "Father, the servant girl's corpse is still in the firewood house. Why don't doctor take a look?"

Since An Yingcheng did not believe in her medical skills, then he would find someone that he trusted, and he must be on guard against them. Only by doing this would he be able to persuade An Yingcheng to speak up in front of the emperor, so as to prevent the citizens of the capital from having a hard time.

An Yingcheng was still hesitating, but An Lingge couldn't wait. She was afraid that she would be late.

"Father, it won't take much effort anyway. You can send doctor over to take a look."

It made An Yingcheng let out a sigh in his heart, and thinking that he owed this daughter of his for being neglected, he finally agreed, "Alright, I'll let doctor go take a look."