The Foxy Doctor, the one who had cured her of the Yueselanyin Poison.
The security at the Prime Minister's residence was stringent, such commotion could not be concealed from certain mindful individuals.
In the Grandmaster's Mansion, Shangwen Yazhi sat facing Shangwen Xia'er.
"There's trouble at Lin Heng's end."
"Indeed, there is trouble, but I fear it may be intentional."
Father and daughter faced each other over tea, the fragrance wafting gently, seemingly at ease, yet both their expressions bore a blend of solemnity and uncertainty.
Had it been any other opponent, either one of them could have deduced the intricacies alone, but with Lin Heng, even together, they had no absolute assurance.
"Lin Heng is deeply scheming; behind him lies a void that is elusive and ungraspable. I, an old bones boastful of profound experiences, having lived for so many years and contended against countless people, have never gained the slightest advantage against him."
