Bibi Dong smiled.
"You've rendered great service. Even though the pills may be useless to Qingyu now, I won't forget your contribution."
"Your Highness Saintess, it was my duty," Yang Wudi said respectfully.
Bibi Dong said no more and headed for the Holy Son Palace.
Seeing this, Yang Wudi quickly returned to the Pill Hall.
When the disciples in the Pill Hall saw Yang Wudi's pale face, they all came forward to ask about him.
Yang Wudi waved his hand. "Just a little hardship, nothing more."
Hearing this, no one said anything further.
After returning to his room, Yang Wudi collapsed onto the floor.
"That scared me to death. I thought the Holy Son was going to come after me!"
Fortunately, nothing happened.
Meanwhile, inside the Holy Son Palace.
Bibi Dong had already entered the hall. She strode straight up to Jiang Qingyu and plopped herself down on his lap.
"Qingyu," Bibi Dong said softly.
"If you have something to say, say it. If you need to fart, let it out," Jiang Qingyu said. "Stop hemming and hawing."
"Qingyu, I'm carrying your child, you know. Is it really appropriate for you to talk to me like that?"
Bibi Dong raised a brow and smiled.
"You think you're in the right?" Jiang Qingyu pinched Bibi Dong's cheek. "You know exactly what you did. You had Yang Wudi refine pills for you. You really know how to scheme."
"I had no choice. There was no way I could count on those people from the Ye Family to refine pills. Only Yang Wudi could handle it."
Bibi Dong chuckled. Her wisdom truly was unmatched. After plotting so carefully for so many years, she naturally had to find someone reliable. She could not trust anyone else, so Yang Wudi was her only option.
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