"I am indeed from Xijon, but what does this have to do with the envoys of Xijon?"

"Since you admit that you are from Xijon, then you must also know the situation in Xijon, right?"

Chu Wanxiang groaned: "I am a member of the Xirong royal family, and I have learned the art of war and strategy since I was a child, and I am relatively clear about the situation in the country."

"I know that King Xirong is critically ill, Prince Xirong's ascension to the throne is not stable, and the royal family is divided into two factions, one is for the prince and the other is against the prince." Chu Mohan said, "If you were from Xirong, you would not choose to marry the crown prince of Northern Qi. You want to stay in Northern Qi, right?"

Chu Wanxiang looked at Chu Mohan in shock. He actually figured it all out.

"So you want to use Northern Qi to help you ascend to the throne of Xirong?" Chu Mohan continued, "But I don't understand, since you want to take back what belongs to you, why don't you take advantage of the death of Emperor Xirong and directly kill your brother and replace him."

Chu Wanxiang shook his head: "My father told me before he died, Xirong Country is my motherland, and I want to protect it."

Chu Mohan pondered.

He didn't know what it was all about.

But he could imagine how vicious Chu Wanqing was.

"And what do you want to do?"

"In the dispute between the crown princes, the vitality of the Xirong royal family was greatly damaged, and my father and mother were assassinated, but I was the only one who escaped." Chu Wanxiang said, "I hate the prince very much. The son of the crown prince and my nephew is named Chu Feng, he is the son of the crown prince and my nephew, and I will never allow him to inherit the throne."

Chu Mohan narrowed his eyes slightly: "So you want to support Chu Feng to be the emperor?"

"You are the one I want to support." Chu Wanxiang made no secret of her purpose, "You are the prince of our family from generation to generation, and our Chu family's country needs to be guarded by you."

Chu Mohan sneered, "You want to push me out and send me to death?"

"I don't want you to participate in that assassination again, we can get revenge on Sijon in another way." Chu Wanxiang said tentatively, "You should know how powerful our Chu family's power is, even if it is Prince Xirong, I'm afraid he won't be able to fight us."

"What do you want to do?" Chu Mohan stared at her vigilantly.

Chu Wanxiang hooked her lips and smiled: "What do you think?"

"Whatever you want to do, it's impossible."

"If you don't try, how do you know?" Chu Wanxiang smiled gently, "Let's join forces, Prince Xirong won't be in trouble."

Chu Mohan sneered, "I'm not interested."

Chu Wanxiang's face changed suddenly.

Chu Mo smiled coldly, "I advise you to be a little more peaceful. If you dare to have any crooked thoughts, don't blame me for not thinking about the relationship between husband and wife."

"You ......"

Chu Mohan raised his finger and gently tapped the edge of the table, making a tuk tuk sound.

Chu Wanxiang's face turned pale and clenched her fists tightly.

She held back her anger, reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth, and said, "I know you like Qin Guifei, but it's a pity that she is already the concubine of the Northern Qi Emperor. But don't worry, when I take control of Xijon, you can marry whoever you want."

"Concubine Chu is my father's favorite concubine, not an ordinary concubine, I can't just take a concubine." Chu Mohan said, "As for Concubine Qin, I will let her disappear in front of you forever, so that you can rest easy."

Chu Wanxiang's pupils contracted for a moment.

"You're cruel." She gritted her teeth and said, "Don't you feel my sincerity? If you are willing to assist me, I can deliver Sijon into your hands."

"Sijon to me? Are you sure?" Chu Mohan raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't believe it.

"Of course I'm sure."

"Very well, I promise." Chu Mohan smiled lightly.

Chu Wanxiang was stunned, she didn't expect Chu Mohan to agree so readily, and she was stunned for a while.

"Why, don't you believe I can take care of Sijon?" Chu Mohan smiled, "You may have misunderstood me."

Chu Wanxiang slowly regained her composure: "That's right, I did misunderstand you." After a pause, "I thought you were a decent gentleman, but you turned out to be just like those men."

"I'm different from them, I've never touched a woman, I've never even touched a woman's clothes around me, I'm clean and self-loving." Chu Mo said coldly, "It's not like some people, who linger in the flowers all day long, drunk and dreaming of death."

Chu Wanxiang qi knot.

Chu Mohan stood up, patted his cuffs, turned around and walked out, and lightly threw down a few words: "I came today just to tell you the secrets of the Xirong royal family, you can choose to tell me or not. You can not say it, and I won't force you, but you better pray that I don't know, otherwise I don't know what I'll do."

After saying that, he left the teahouse.

Chu Wanxiang angrily smashed the cup in front of her.

Chu Mohan's warning was like a magic spell, lingering in his mind.

It was late at night, Chu Mohan couldn't sleep, and lay on the bed with his eyes open.

He closed his eyes for a moment to recuperate, when he suddenly heard the sound of small footsteps coming from the rooftop.

Chu Mohan turned over violently, drew his sword and pointed at the roof.

The dark shadows on the roof flickered, swept down quickly, and immediately hid in the shadows as soon as they landed, motionless.

By the moonlight, Chu Mohan recognized that the person was Chu Wanxiang and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you here?"

"I heard that my father was sick, so I came to see him."

"You'd better go back to the palace." Chu Mohan frowned, "They all know that you came to me."

"I know." Chu Wanxiang said in a low voice, "No one will doubt me. Have you forgotten that I have a transfiguration?"

Chu Mohan thought of something and didn't stop it anymore.

"What are you doing here?" Chu Mohan asked.

"Nothing. I just want to meet you." Chu Wanxiang lowered her eyes, "It's been a long time since we've chatted alone."

The two fell silent for a long time. Chu Mohan didn't speak, and Chu Wanxiang didn't speak.

After a long time, Chu Mohan asked, "Do you know about my father?"

"As soon as I entered the door, I met your father, and he said that your father was seriously ill and bedridden, and I came to see him."

Chu Mohan sighed: "My father is not only sick, but also poisoned, I'm afraid he won't last long."

When Chu Wanxiang heard this, her eyes widened in surprise: "How can this be!"

"I don't know, but I think he couldn't bear it because he was so angry with me that he vomited blood. I can't save him, but I can heal your father's leg, but ......."

"But what?"

"It's just that your father has a strange poison in his body, and I can only suppress his poison and can't eradicate it, not to mention that your father is old, I'm worried that he won't survive the day when he will not be able to detoxify." Chu Mo said coldly, "So I have to prolong his life as much as possible."

Chu Wanxiang pondered for a moment and said, "What medicinal herbs do you need?"

"I want to refine an elixir called the 'Pulp Cleansing Pill', which can improve the body and make martial arts more refined. This medicine has a very good effect, but it is not easy to refine, and it is extremely rare, which is rare in the world. I've found a way to refine it, but I don't have the materials."