On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

She turned away unnaturally and snorted: "Glib."

Feng Wuming looked at her pink ears, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

"What did you sigh just now?" Ye Zhiyu was afraid that he would tease her, so she blushed and changed the subject.

The smile in Feng Wuming's eyes quickly faded: "Another minister has taken leave due to physical discomfort. If this continues, the matter will probably become more and more serious."

Ye Zhiyu was stunned for a moment.

Are they all so weak?

Are all bodies so delicate?Why is it not as good as hers, a girl's family?

Thinking of Yun Qi's illness, she realized something was wrong.

Are all the ministers infected?There was no movement from the common people, mostly ministers.

Ye Zhiyu found a piece of rice paper for him: "Your Majesty, all the adults are asking for leave today. You write down their names and I will go and look at them."

Feng Wuming wrote down his name. His handwriting was very beautiful, and his writing was smooth and flowing.

After handing her the list, Feng Wuming wanted to go with her, but Ye Zhiyu stopped him: "Don't you still have so many discounts to approve? Just approve them quickly, I can go by myself."

She waved and turned away, visiting the adults on the list one by one.

Ye Zhiyu wrote down all their symptoms. Seeing that everyone's symptoms were similar in the small book, Ye Zhiyu frowned. She was originally going to return to the palace, but she changed direction and went to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.

I don’t know if Xiao Qing let the retreat end?
She was already a regular customer of the Imperial Master's Mansion, and the guard at the door was not surprised at all when he saw her, and even greeted her familiarly.

"Miss Wang, you haven't been to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion for a few days."

Ye Zhiyu smiled at them: "Isn't it coming today?"

She saw the housekeeper in the garden instructing people to prune flowers and trees, and ran over with the tail of her skirt in hand: "Butler, has the Imperial Master come out of seclusion?"

The housekeeper turned to look at her and shook his head: "Miss Wang, the Imperial Master is still in seclusion. I'm afraid your trip today will be in vain."

Ye Zhiyu thought that her matter was not a trivial matter, so he discussed it with the housekeeper: "Can you help me ask the Imperial Master? I have something important to worry about with him."

The housekeeper looked at her and hesitated: "Miss Wang, you also know that the Master is in seclusion, so let's not disturb him."

"Didn't this happen for a reason?" Ye Zhiyu thought for a while and handed him the notebook in his hand.

"You should deliver three meals a day to the Imperial Master. When you deliver the meals, bring this to him and say that I gave it to him. If he sees what I gave him, he should come out to see me. "

Seeing her solemn expression, the housekeeper was worried that something was really urgent. He nodded and took the notebook to leave.

"Miss Wang, you are familiar with the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, so I won't entertain you."

Ye Zhiyu waved his hand: "Okay, I'll take a look around."

Ye Zhiyu waited until evening when a servant came to her, panting: "Miss Wang, the Imperial Master has invited me."

Ye Zhiyu followed him and saw Xiao Qingrang sitting in the pavilion. He was wearing a light blue brocade robe with vivid orchids embroidered on it, which was elegant and noble.

Looking at the delicious food on the table, Ye Zhiyu's stomach growled twice. She hadn't eaten yet when she got here.

Xiao Qingrang moved the notebook aside and looked at her.

Ye Zhiyu sat down awkwardly holding his stomach: "My stomach already knows it's time for dinner."

"Miss Ye, aren't you familiar with the Imperial Preceptor's Office? You paid for the food, so don't spread the word that I treated you badly."

"Food expenses are non-refundable."

Ye Zhiyu laughed when he saw the last sentence he specially added. "Master Imperial Master, don't worry. I will not be polite in the Imperial Master's Mansion. I have been thinking about things in the afternoon and didn't notice that I was hungry."

Xiao Qing tapped her notebook with her slender fingers.

"this matter?"

Ye Zhiyu picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, and nodded after finishing the meal.

"Did you also notice that something was wrong with these people's symptoms?"

Xiao Qingrang's face was solemn. Before she came, he had already looked at the symptoms of these people several times, and the more he looked at them, the more frightened he became.

These people are not sick at all.

"Do you know what's wrong with them? I think their symptoms are too uniform. I asked around, and their family members said that their illness is very strange, without any warning. It's particularly weird that they don't want to see the light of day."

Ye Zhiyu made a conclusion in a deep voice: "I don't think they are sick, but more like they are suffering from evil spirits."

"It is indeed a mistake." Xiao Qingrang made the final decision.

"It's not like they're getting the flu at all, it's like they're sucking it dry."

suck dry?

Ye Zhiyu was shocked and expressed her confusion: "But they still look like normal people. If they are sucked dry, wouldn't they just be mummies? They are dry, and they can move without any problems."

Ye Zhiyu paused and thought of how to describe them: "Living dead, yes, they are more like living dead."

Xiao Qing asked Shen Chen to spit out two words: "Puppet!"

Ye Zhiyu frowned.

If he is really a puppet, so many adults in the court will become puppets, and the consequences will be disastrous.

"Who is so bold? Dare to use this kind of magic right under your nose? These people are not ordinary people, they are all officials of the imperial court. They have noble status and cannot be approached by ordinary people."

Those who were bewitched were all court officials. What did the people behind them want to do?
Feng Wuming!
Could it be that he wanted to harm Feng Wuming?
Ye Zhiyu was frightened, thinking of Feng Wuming coming to her room to sleep late at night.

"Could it be aimed at His Majesty? His Majesty was resting in the Yangxin Hall a few days ago. The Yangxin Hall suddenly collapsed. The Ministry of Works was asked to find the reason, but it has not been found out yet."

The two looked at each other, and Xiao Qingrang stood up: "I'm going to see your Majesty."

Anything can happen to anyone, but nothing can happen to Feng Wuming.

A country cannot live without a ruler for a day.

Ye Zhiyu stopped him: "Master Imperial Master, Your Majesty is fine now. Everything is normal with him, but...will the people behind the scenes do something to him secretly?"

Xiao Qingrang sat down again and said calmly: "It is very possible that we need to find out the person behind the scenes."

Ye Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat, worried about Feng Wuming's safety, and nervously asked: "What should we do?"

Seeing her nervousness, Xiao Qing let his eyes change slightly and comforted her: "Don't worry too much. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven. He has the luck of the country to protect his body, and it is not easy for evil things to get close to him."

As long as it's not easy to get close, Ye Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief and asked him: "Master National Preceptor, is there any way you can find out who is behind the scenes?"

She has no clue now.

We couldn't tell anything from those patients. They were quite resistant to her.

The top priority is to find out the person behind the scenes, otherwise more officials will be harmed and Feng Wuming and the people will be endangered later. (End of chapter)