Bai Zhi said without thinking, "I'm willing."
"Alright." Xuanyuan Ye tightened her grip on the handkerchief. "I want you to do two things for me."
Bai Zhi pushed Xuanyuan Ye out of the room.
The commotion was so loud that it instantly attracted many people.
Xuanyuan Ye fell to the ground and looked at the person opposite her who could not even stand steadily. "Bai Zhi, I really didn't expect you to spread those rumors."
Bai Zhi looked at her in despair. "That's not a rumor. Madam Song is the Saintess. Not only can her blood treat the plague, but it can also revive people."
"If you don't believe me, you can verify it. She's different from us. She won't contract the plague at all."
Coincidentally, the imperial physician's eyelids twitched. This matter had caused an uproar, so he naturally heard about it.
