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At an inn in the capital of the Lunar Encyclopedia.

"High Priest, now that we have the poison seed, what should we do next?" A tall and capable woman dressed in purple asked.

At this moment, Yin Shang was sitting in front of a table by the window, his eyes looking down at the bustling scene of people passing by on the street below.

"Ziyu, this weather isn't cold at all. Why would they wrap themselves up like a big dumpling?" There was a hint of amusement in his tone.

The lady called Ziyu looked at the High Priest in his spring clothes. Her expression remained the same, as if she didn't feel the cold at all. However, she didn't feel the cold at all.

This degree of coldness was something that only existed in spring over at Mo Bei Guo.

Mo Bei Guo's body temperature was naturally lower, and the difference in temperature compared to the surroundings was small, so he probably wasn't afraid of the cold. It was also because of this that they were able to survive in the extremely cold lands for generations.

"The people here are naturally different from our people in Mo Bei Guo." Ziyu actually knew that the High Priest knew the reason. He was just mocking her.

Perhaps in the eyes of the High Priest, the people here were already dead.

Half a month ago, the High Priest brought him to the south of Mo Bei Guo, where they finally arrived at the Moon Curse last night.

Who would have thought that they would meet a man halfway through their journey? The High Priest was very excited as he said that the man was the second young master of the first floor of the Lunar Encyclopedia, Jing Jue.

He said that he actually stepped on broken steel shoes everywhere and delivered the poison seed to his doorstep. Even the heavens were helping him, helping Mo Bei Guo.

After knocking Jing Jue out, the High Priest took the poison from his body and allowed himself to carry him to a place far away from the capital. He said that he had thrown him somewhere and that he would freeze to death the next day.

But at that moment, she suddenly felt some pity. She coincidentally came across a broken temple and carried Jing Jue inside …

However, even if he did that, the beautiful man should have died there!

A trace of sadness flashed through the purple jade eyes. Although they had only met once, Jing Jue's face seemed to be etched into his mind and would not go away.

A trace of guilt that she had never felt before slowly spread through Zi Yu's heart …

"Go and check where the water in this place came from. Find the source of the water and place the poison in there." Yin Shang's thin lips parted slightly, as if he was saying something extremely ordinary.

In the small building's infirmary.

When Lou Cheng woke up, it was already afternoon and past lunch time. This was not good since ancient times. Without a cellphone, there was no legal alarm, and it was unknown whether Jing Jue had woken up yet, so he was prepared to detoxify him.

After washing his face and walking out of the room, he coincidentally met Uncle Wen, who was walking out of the kitchen.

"Lou, I thought you should wake up. I cooked something in the kitchen and brought it to you." Uncle Wen said.

Zhan Xiaolou chuckled. "Uncle Wen, it seems you understand me. I'm really hungry."

Uncle Wen smiled and quickened his pace towards the kitchen.

"Oh right, Uncle Wen, is Jing Jue up? Have you eaten? "

Uncle Wen knew that Zhan Xiaolou was still thinking about detoxifying Prince Jing, so he quickly replied, "Yes, I woke up at noon. I think I went to Lady Fan's place after lunch."

Zhan Xiaolou nodded. Deep down, he hoped that Jing Jue would consider the choice of his beloved. After all, in Zhan Xiaolou's eyes, the white fan was better than him by a little.

Uncle Wen brought several side dishes, a bowl of fragrant white rice and a bowl of chicken soup. Zhan Xiaolou ate happily and walked towards the white fan with a full stomach and a joyful mood.

"Jue'er, where does a small building usually detoxify you?"

Bai Fan looked at Jing Jue, who had been eating his snacks off the table and not saying a word, and found himself at a loss for words.