Changsheng Palace

Inside Changsheng Palace.

Flowers bloomed riotously outside the window, while spring still carried a chill.

Wrapped in a fox-fur cloak, the Eleventh Imperial Prince of Great Qi, Jiang Wuqi, was drinking medicine from a jade-green bowl. The liquid was blackish-brown. Its strange, foul smell churned relentlessly through the air, turning the stomach.

Yet his expression was ordinary as he swallowed it slowly, one small mouthful at a time.

An open book lay on the desk before him. Holding the jade-green bowl, he drank his medicine, his gaze resting on the page.

He used a book to accompany his medicine.

Lei Zhangan, seated not far away, had his brows knitted tightly together. He simply couldn't understand how his cousin could drink such awful medicine as if nothing were amiss. He even savored it, one sip at a time... Just smelling it was enough to make him suffer!

"This medicine of yours..." Lei Zhangan asked, covering his nose. "Could there be some hidden mystery to it? Does it taste completely different from how it smells?"

Jiang Wuqi finished reading the passage before him, then chuckled softly. "Since you're so curious, cousin, I could have someone brew you another bowl. How about it?"

"No, thanks!"

Lei Zhangan hurriedly refused.

No matter how precious the medicine was, he didn't want to torment his own tongue. For an extraordinary cultivator aspiring to the summit, there was almost nothing he couldn't endure, but there was no need to go looking for misery, either.

Only after Jiang Wuqi had slowly finished the medicine in the jade-green bowl did he speak again. "There's something rather intriguing. I sent people to investigate Zhang Linchuan. Three groups went, and not one came back."

Usually arrogant and conceited, Lei Zhangan showed none of his edge in front of Jiang Wuqi. They