When Mei Ying and Su Ruo reached the seventh level of the main palace, they immediately saw the ice coffin.

An ordinary-looking woman lay in the coffin. If there was anything unique about her, it was her peaceful aura, but even that was something that was easy to overlook.

Even though Mei Ying had seen Meng Rou when she was alive, he could not figure out how someone as ordinary as her had managed to steal the heart of Hua Qingcheng, who had attracted many kinds of women. There were many women that tried to hurt her, the most prominent one of them being another one of Hua Qingcheng’s childhood companions.

About a minute had passed since the Huanyang Grass was fed to Meng Rou. Hua Qingcheng was channeling his internal spiritual energy to her non-stop since then. Mei Ying observed the scene for a few moments before looking at Gu Lingzhi, “Lingzhi, where’s the pill? Quick, give it to my wife.”

“I got it, here you go,” Gu Lingzhi smiled, before retrieving a jade bottle from her Storage Ring. On one side of the jade bottle, there were three...