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“This is...?” Xiao Zhongyan exclaimed, staring at the map on the wall.
“The map of Mei Ying Villa!” Nan Gong Shuang's eyes lit up. “Look, there are five markers here, corresponding exactly to the five petals of the plum blossom, which represent the five elemental directions! And this intersection...” She pointed to a small dot in the center of the map. “It should be the location of the secret chamber!”
Xiao Zhongyan carefully examined the map and suddenly pointed to one of the markers. “This symbol is the mark of Feng Yu!”
“Feng Yu?” Nan Gong Shuang asked, puzzled.
“Feng Yu Pavilion, a mysterious organization said to serve the royal family, responsible for some unsavory tasks,” Xiao Zhongyan explained. “I didn’t expect them to have connections with the Nangong Family.”
Nan Gong Shuang pondered, “The note left by my father mentioned Shadow Pavilion, and now we have Feng Yu Pavilion appearing. What could be the connection between these two organizations?”
“As far as I know, Shadow Pavilion is a force that has risen in the past decade, known for its assassinations. In contrast, Feng Yu Pavilion has a long history; it existed even during the time of the previous emperor,” Xiao Zhongyan mused. “Perhaps Shadow Pavilion split off from Feng Yu Pavilion?”
As they spoke, the light on the map gradually dimmed until it vanished completely. Nan Gong Shuang quickly took out paper and pen to record the key markers from the map.
“Regardless, we must head to Mei Ying Villa as soon as possible to find the Heavenly Fragrance Life-Extending Technique and uncover the truth,” Nan Gong Shuang said firmly.
Xiao Zhongyan nodded in agreement. “Tomorrow is Lantern Festival, which is a good opportunity to leave the city. However, we still need to figure out how to rescue Miss Shen.”
“Since Sixth Prince has promised to help, he must have made arrangements,” Nan Gong Shuang sighed. “Speaking of which, I still don’t understand why Miss Shen is helping me. What is her connection to the Nangong Family?”
“That question can only be answered once we rescue her,” Xiao Zhongyan shook his head.
The two discussed some details and ultimately decided that tomorrow they would first confirm Shen Xinyao's safety before taking advantage of Lantern Festival to leave for Mei Ying Villa.
The night grew deep, and Nan Gong Shuang and Xiao Zhongyan returned to their respective rooms to rest. However, Nan Gong Shuang found it difficult to sleep as her mind was flooded with information from that day—Plum Blossom Token, Heavenly Fragrance Life-Extending Technique, the connection between Cold Poison Physique and Royal Bloodline, and the mysterious purposes of Shadow Pavilion and Feng Yu Pavilion...
“Father, Mother, Nangong Shuang will uncover the truth and clear your names,” she silently vowed in her heart.
Outside, a bright moon hung high in the sky, casting silvery light across her bed and illuminating her pale face. Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, a sudden wave of bone-chilling cold surged from within her—Cold Poison was about to flare up again!
Nan Gong Shuang gritted her teeth against the pain and reached into her pocket for her medicine bottle, only to discover that she had run out of pills!
“Oh no!” she thought frantically as cold sweat trickled down her forehead.
Without medication to control it, Cold Poison would worsen significantly and could even become life-threatening. Clenching her jaw tightly, Nan Gong Shuang forced herself out of bed, intending to find cold water to alleviate her symptoms.
Just as she reached the door, her legs suddenly gave way beneath her, causing her to collapse onto the floor. The symptoms of Cold Poison were more severe than ever; her skin began to turn a bluish hue, and her breath crystallized into white frost as the temperature in the room plummeted.
“No... I can’t fall down...” Nan Gong Shuang struggled to get back on her feet but found that her limbs were no longer responding.
At that moment, footsteps echoed outside followed by Xiao Zhongyan’s anxious voice: “Nangong Shuang, are you okay? I heard something!”
Nan Gong Shuang wanted to respond but found that her throat felt frozen solid; she couldn’t make a sound.
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