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The most shameless and manipulative official had appeared on the court of Heaven Demon.

The shameless official, Meng Fuyao, continued to visit Prince Heng's residence every day. After a while, trouble finally came.

The most favored ninth concubine, out of the 18 concubines who lived in the residence, committed adultery with him. And they were caught red-handed.

Did anyone understand the reason why Zhangsun Wuji questioned Zong Yue in the previous chapter? The meridian system was actually a concept in medical science; everyone had a self-healing function, and whenever necessary, it was vital to always cultivate one's immunity and ability to recuperate. As the saying goes, every medicine is 30% poisonous. Hence, relying on medicine to suppress medical conditions or injuries may wield results in the short term, but in the long run, it might not be beneficial for the body. A good example would be taking antibiotics Children who lived in China would be given antibiotics whenever they were down with a fever, but such a method was not encouraged overseas, where doctors would choose to let the child recuperate by developing his own antibody. A body that was strengthened through pain was much more reliable than one that relied on antibiotics to heal. Furthermore, there were definitely no benefits from relying on antibiotics.

Zhangsun Wuji was implying that Zong Yue knew that allowing Meng Fuyao to slowly heal was the best way, but he had anxiously used medicine to control her conditions. It created a false impression that she was very healthy, and her martial arts did improve, but in the future, her body condition might falter or even suffer from after effects because of this.

The whole incident started because our General Meng was simply too handsome.

The handsome General Meng was chatting with Prince Heng one day, while his concubines seemed to be riding on horses in the back garden. Somehow, one of the horses was provoked, and it charged crazily in all directions, causing people to scream in shock. The guards dashed after it, but they could not match up to the speed of the fiery horse that was a special tribute from Mo Lo. They wanted to stall the horse, but they were also afraid of accidentally causing harm to the ninth wife who was on the horse. With such a dilemma, the crowd shifted to the front yard in a mixture of screams and shouts.

On the horse, the ninth wife's hair was in a mess, and the color had drained from her face. She was already at a loss for words, and as the horse dashed faster and faster, she realized that her hands were so weak that she could no longer hold on to the reins, and she was about to fall. Seeing that the horse was still charging towards the Prince, she knew that her only outcome would be death, whether she fell or the horse bumped into the Prince. In her state of helplessness, she decided to just close her eyes and let go of the reins to wait for her impending death.

As the horse was completely let loose, there was a long roar as the horse broke into a mad gallop. The black and mighty horse resembled a mobile dark iceberg that was about to viciously collide into Zhan Beiheng, who looked back in shock.

Amidst the screams, Meng Fuyao turned her head.

Reaching out her hand, her fingers extended like a blossoming flower, and they hooked on the horse's neck and twisted.

Hui!

The fiery horse - taller and more buff than ordinary horses - was sent revolving in mid-air just by the force of her fingers!

The massive horse did a somersault in the air, and landed heavily, creating a hole in the ground and causing a huge volume of dust to rise as high as one-feet tall!

Meanwhile, the ninth wife fell.

She fell as lightly as a peach blossom branch, and the bottom of her pink robes opened like a flower.

When she fell, she saw the handsome and attractive teenage boy, who smashed the horse in another direction as his robes flew. She saw how he looked back, and how his eyes sparkled with radiance.

Her heart thumped, uncertain whether it was because she was about to come into contact with the ground or the teenage boy's shoulders.

Luckily, whenever damsels were in distress, there were always attractive knights clad in shining armor who would come to their rescue.

Meng Fuyao pulled back the hand that was on the horse's neck and extended it towards the beauty's neck instead.

Without any pity for the beauty, she applied the same twist on the beauty's neck. Though her fingers looked normal, it created a strange rhythm, causing the beauty to turn limp. In no time, she had already swiveled lightly in the air to a different position, and she landed safely in Meng Fuyao's arms.

The damsel looked up, and her eyelashes fluttered while beads of tears formed in her eyes, and she gazed firmly at her savior.

The man in front of her had such a charming composure and was remarkably talented…

However, Meng Fuyao did not even look at her, and she hurriedly shoved the boneless woman in her arms towards Zhan Beiheng. 'Mamma mia, what powder did she apply on her face? It's insanely overwhelming and even scarier than Lord Yuan Bao who's recently madly in love with aromatic scents.'

Zhan Beiheng held his ninth wide in his arms. As she looked down, under her moist eyelashes, the watery eyes secretly stole a glance at Meng Fuyao, and her gazes came one after another…

And these gazes slowly created trouble.

The ninth wife became much more virtuous from then on. Whenever there was a need to serve tea or food - chores that the attendants would usually do - she would personally snatch these jobs. Once, she even boiled soup personally, and such an unprecedented move immediately caused Zhan Beiheng to look displeased. On the other hand, Meng Fuyao gobbled down the food ignorantly, and even showered many praises. ”The ninth lady has such great skills! Your Highness, you're so lucky!”

Hearing her words, the ninth wife smiled as beautifully as a flower. In her eyes, there seemed to be a boat waiting for a passenger to board, but the passenger was too dumb and only knew how to eat.

She became upset and looked vertically up at the sky, which reflected the shadow of that person who did not have a conscience. 'Maybe the soup isn't fresh enough, and I need to add more ingredients?' she thought.

Meng Fuyao peeked at her from the corner of her eye. 'What a pity, for such a young girl to land up as one of the eighteen women. No matter how much stamina Zhan Beiheng had, and no matter how much he favored her, thrice was probably the maximum number of times each month…'