On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2300 You Have No Face to See Your Ancestors

Mingzhao coughed a few times because of the smell of medicine. Just as she finished speaking, footsteps came from outside the door, and then the wooden door was pushed open.

Master He walked at the front, followed by two servants.

He stopped in front of Mingzhao, his hands behind his back, looking down at the person on the ground with indifference in his eyes.

"You're awake? Then tell me, is there anything else you want to say?"

Mingzhao raised her eyes, her gaze filled with anger, and stared straight at him: "You want to kill us? Murder is illegal, aren't you afraid the authorities will come knocking on your door?"

Upon hearing this, Second Master He waved his hand impatiently, his tone full of irritation: "Stop talking nonsense. You are outsiders. If you die in this remote corner of Chongzhou, who will know?"

Since I dare to say this, I'm not afraid of any government officials.

These words completely ignited Mingzhao's anger. She shouted angrily, "You call yourself a member of the He family? Your He family claims to be a family of doctors in Chongzhou, and you keep saying that you have saved countless lives. What kind of benevolence do you uphold!"

But you, and your He family, are secretly doing such harmful things!

Ask yourself honestly, what face do you have to face the ancestors of the He family?

Master He's expression changed instantly; his previous indifference vanished, replaced by a surge of anger.

He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "What have I done to wrong our ancestors? To do great things, there must be sacrifices!"

Besides, it's your good fortune that you can contribute to my new drug.

"Good fortune?" Mingzhao sneered, a smirk playing on his lips.

She used to hear the abbot make fun of others, and now it was finally her turn to speak.

"This good fortune is for you, do you want it?"

Master He's face darkened completely, and a coldness welled up in his eyes: "Alright, no matter how sharp your tongue is, it's useless."

I originally wanted to give you a chance to say your last words out of respect for your sister-in-law. If you have any last wishes, I will do them for you.

But you just don't know what's good for you. Since that's the case, then let's not say anything more.

As he was about to turn around, Mingzhao spoke again, angrily shouting, "How dare you mention my cousin? You're the one who killed my cousin!"

Master He stopped abruptly, his body stiffening almost imperceptibly.

He turned around, his eyes filled with astonishment: "You knew she was dead?"

Mingzhao raised an eyebrow, staring at him intently without saying a word, but the mockery in her eyes was obvious.

Seeing this, Second Master He strode forward, bent down and stared at her, demanding, "Speak! What do you know?"

Mingzhao met his gaze without the slightest fear, her voice icy: "I know far more than you can imagine!"

My cousin was pregnant, and she and her unborn child died. And you are the murderer who killed her!

"Your He family may look glamorous on the surface, but it's actually a den of filth and corruption. You pretend to be benevolent and savior, but inside you're a pack of wolves!"

"Insolence!" Master He was so angry at these words that his face turned red and his face twitched slightly uncontrollably.

He pointed at Mingzhao, his chest heaving violently: "You're talking nonsense!"

My He family has practiced medicine for generations, saving countless lives both inside and outside the city. Our merits are immeasurable; how could we allow an outsider like you to slander us!

"Pah!" Mingzhao spat, his gaze sweeping across the small room. White steam was still rising from the earthenware urn, and the smell of medicine in the air was so strong it was pungent.

"What kind of merit? Harming people is worthy of being called merit? What kind of place is this? A medicine alchemy workshop?"

I think it's more like a slaughterhouse; it must be stained with a lot of human blood!

"Look, the spirits of those you killed are all behind you, watching you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Master He's body stiffened abruptly, as if he had touched a taboo. A hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously turned around to look.

The two servants behind him were already terrified, and Mingzhao's words made them even paler. They hurriedly turned around, their eyes filled with fear.

In that split second, Mingzhao suddenly moved.

Her body, which had been slumped on the ground, suddenly sprang up like a leopard that had been poised for a long time!

With a flick of her wrist, a small dagger slid out of her boot and was firmly grasped in her hand, the movement as swift as lightning.

The next second, the cold blade of a dagger was pressed against Master He's neck.

The cool touch against his skin brought Master He back to his senses instantly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He stood stiffly, barely daring to breathe: "You... how could you stand up?"

That was the most potent sleeping gas I personally developed. An ordinary person exposed to it wouldn't be able to move for at least four hours. How could you…?

Mingzhao pressed the dagger against his neck even closer, her eyes filled with cold mockery.

She chuckled lightly, her voice dismissive: "The most powerful? How laughable! You dare to be so presumptuous in front of me with such trivial tricks?"

She had spent many years on the battlefield, and her experience fighting against the enemy was undeniable.

Later, I met Yan Ruyu, and heard many strange things from Yan Ruyu and the abbot.

I've never seen any of the insidious sleeping pills or poisons before.

From the very beginning, she was prepared when Master He wanted to take her to the backyard.

As for what happened just now, it was just a pretense of unconsciousness to see what Second Master He was up to and what kind of tricks he was playing.

They're just waiting for Master He to walk right into their trap.

The two servants behind him panicked when they saw their master being subdued.

They tried to step forward, but Mingzhao's cold gaze sent them packing. Their legs felt like lead, and they dared not move an inch.

Master He was nervous inside, but he tried his best to remain calm on the surface.

"I advise you to calm down. If you hurt me, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave this courtyard, let alone leave Chongzhou City."

Princess Mingzhao gave a short laugh: "Is that so? That's not what you said just now."

"We'd rather die here than anyone know."

Master He scoffed, "How can you and I be the same?"

“I have some reputation in Chongzhou. If anything happens to me, I’m afraid…”

Before he could finish speaking, Princess Mingzhao couldn't stand his superior tone.

With a sudden burst of force, the blade pierced Master He's flesh, cutting a bloody gash on his neck, from which drops of blood rolled down.

The two servants were immediately astonished upon seeing this.

"Blood, blood...Second Master!"

"Release our Second Master at once!"

Master He was also a little flustered.

Princess Mingzhao raised an eyebrow and said casually, "You call this little bit of blood blood? You've never seen what it looks like to have your throat cut, have you?"

"Blood splattered everywhere, spraying all over your face, that's what real blood is."

The two servants turned pale.

Princess Mingzhao's gaze swept over the several vats: "What are these used for?"

The two servants exchanged a glance, then remained silent, pursing their lips.

Princess Mingzhao shouted, "Speak!"

“I’ll ask you questions, and you’ll answer them. If you don’t answer, I’ll stab your second master with a knife for every question.”

Before the servant could react, she raised her hand, knife tip pointing downwards, and slashed at Master He's shoulder.

With a "hiss" sound.

Fresh blood gushed out.

Master He groaned in pain.