Han Yuan coughed twice and sat up and looked at Li Ange in front of him and continued, “Senior Brother, why is Yuan Qingyu so anxious to get rid of Mo Li?”
“I don’t know this, it should be related to Yun Qing.”
“But even if it is related to Yun Qing, Yun Qing is under house arrest during the three-year mourning period. Logically speaking, the two of them are the least likely to threaten Yuan Qingyu, right?”
“I don’t know what’s going on. By the way, is he talking to you something else?”
“What else?” Han Yuan looked at Li Ange in front of him in confusion and asked.
“It’s about the affairs of the court, or the affairs of the emperor, or the matter of Shen Xuan to test you.”
“When you said that, he mentioned it while drinking with me, saying that the emperor is eating elixirs these days.”
Li Ange glanced at Han Yuan, “There’s more.”
“That thing seems to be called Jile Pill, but he said nothing else.”
“Can Jile Pill be the ones in Shen Xuan’s hands?”
Han Yuan picked up the wine pot and took a sip and said softly, “I don’t know this, but I just heard from him that this Jile Pill is extremely mysterious.”
Li Ange stood up and looked at Han Yuan and said, “Okay, I understand. Don’t drink it first, take a break early.”
Han Yuan
Nodded, looked at Li Ange and said with a smile, “If I don’t get up tomorrow morning, remember to explain to Yun Qing.”
“I understand.” Li Ange looked at Han Yuan helplessly and said softly.
Han Yuan lay on the bed and covered her with a quilt. Li Ange walked out and helped Han Yuan get on the door.