Nanzhao State Preceptor, Fatties, and Ah Wei (1)

Outside a quiet side hall of the side palace, a carriage slowly stopped. The State Preceptor and Wan Feng stepped off the wooden stool and got off. The guards of Nanzhao on both sides bowed silently. The State Preceptor walked in front expressionlessly, and Wan Feng obediently followed behind him.

After entering the side hall, the State Preceptor took off his raincoat. Wan Feng caught it in time and looked at him blankly. "Master."

The State Preceptor did not say anything. Instead, he turned around and went to Helian Qi's room. He took out a Nine Revolutions Soul Return Pill to feed him. There was no sign of a living person on Helian Qi's body anymore, but his heart was still beating slightly, so that the imperial physician could feel his weak pulse.

His soul had long died, but his shell was like a puppet that was controlled by others. Even though he had committed a crime when he was alive, Wan Feng could not help but feel sorry for him.