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The storyteller was recounting the latest happenings in the capital in the main hall.
"Have you heard about the Yongning Marquis, Xie Wuyuan? He achieved success at a young age, and after inheriting his title, he has enjoyed great favor from the Emperor. Unfortunately... while inspecting salt affairs in Jiangnan, he fell victim to a treacherous plot and was poisoned, now in grave danger!"
"The Noble House has summoned all the renowned doctors in the capital, but they are at their wits' end. Now they are offering a hefty reward to seek out any skilled physician from across the land!"
Xie Wuyuan? Poisoned? In critical condition?
I paused for a moment, my hand holding the teacup trembling slightly.
Nearby, several wanderers were discussing among themselves.
"Did you hear? The Yongning Marquis was attacked in Suzhou!"
"Who did it? Such audacity!"
"Unclear. It’s said that it was an internal power struggle within the Noble House that led to this dark deed."
"Tsk tsk, what a pity. I’ve heard this Marquis is quite capable."
"What about his wife? That Miss Liu from the General's residence—doesn't she have high martial skills?"
"Madam Hou is fine, but I’ve heard she’s exhausted from taking care of the Marquis."
I set down my teacup, feeling little stir within me.
Whether he was poisoned or died, what did it matter to me?
I settled my bill and prepared to leave this place of gossip.
Just as I reached the inn's entrance, someone blocked my path.
A person dressed in the attire of a Noble House guard approached me with an anxious expression.
"Miss Heroine, please wait!"
I frowned. "Is there something you need?"
The guard scrutinized me for a moment before suddenly kneeling down. "Heroine! I beg you, please save our Marquis!"
"You've mistaken me for someone else," I said, attempting to walk away.
"Heroine! I recognize you! Eight years ago at Qingfeng Stronghold, I saw you in action! You must have a way to save the Marquis! He cannot die!" The guard clung tightly to my leg.
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