The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

Chapter 2745: Chapter 2745: Always Dreaming (7)

”That’s exactly what I’m thinking.” Qi Jingyun sat down unceremoniously to eat. ”But I came with news, and you’re right— the search for Chai Shu in Haijin City has been called off. However...” He paused and started drinking soup.

Yang Ruxin raised an eyebrow slightly: ”If you keep me in suspense, I’m going to poison you.”

”Didn’t I just feel thirsty?” Qi Jingyun calmly put down the soup bowl. ”When I came, I saw lots of surveillance people near your house. Be careful.”

”We’ve already noticed.” Gu Qingheng nodded. ”But rest assured, Lord Yun, it’s not easy for them to come in.”

Qi Jingyun didn’t say anything more.

”Although my suspicions are validated, I still can’t confirm he is Flame, nor can I confirm he is the leader of this organization. We still need evidence.” Yang Ruxin sighed. Moreover, the Flame Sect has existed for no less than five years. How old was the Han King at that time? Could he really have such a massive influence and layout?

Or is there someone else behind him? But who could that person be?

Everyone thought of this point, but because there was no evidence, they could only remain silent, feeling extraordinarily heavy-hearted.

Rarely did they have such a heavy meal.

Yang Ruxin was ordered to come to the capital, so after resting for a day, she still had to enter the palace to meet the Emperor. Of course, she also wanted to visit the Empress Dowager; the old lady was good to her.

Meanwhile, Gu Qiao quietly captured a person monitoring outside the General Residence.

Emperor Xuanjing received Yang Ruxin in Chengqian Palace.

The grand palace had only Eunuch Ping standing nearby, while everyone else had been sent out.

Outside Chengqian Palace, Gu Qingheng personally guarded.

The Emperor had something important to say to her, but she really didn’t want to listen. The more you know, the sooner you die—she understood this truth in her past life.

But there was no escape.

After the greeting, she was granted a seat.

”Xinxin, I know summoning you to the capital this way is somewhat inconsiderate, given your children are still young.” Emperor Xuanjing sighed. ”But I have no choice. Apart from you, anyone else whose medical skills I trust isn’t good enough, and I can’t trust anyone else.”

Yang Ruxin frowned slightly: ”Your Majesty, has something happened?”

”I’ve been feeling unwell lately.” Emperor Xuanjing said, raising his hand to rub his temple. ”Hen Yizheng didn’t diagnose anything. Initially, it was considered a cold, but after drinking medicine for two days, it didn’t improve. Recently, I’ve been dreaming continuously—not nightmares, but dreaming every night, making it difficult to sleep well.”

Yang Ruxin then looked carefully at the man not far away, his complexion indeed somewhat yellow, his gaze seemingly cloudy.

”Imperial Physician Hu prescribed a formula. I felt good after drinking it for two days, but as soon as the medicine stops, the dreams continue. Drinking the medicine stops the dreams, but I feel weak all over and always want to sleep.” Emperor Xuanjing shook his head, ”Right now, if I don’t try my best to hold on, I would fall asleep immediately.”

Emperor Xuanjing didn’t use ”Zhen” for self-reference from the beginning, always using ”I,” showing he was lowering his status to talk with Yang Ruxin.

Yang Ruxin’s expression grew solemn. She stood up: ”Your Majesty, shall I take your pulse?”

”Alright.” Emperor Xuanjing nodded, exposing his wrist.