Happy Palm: The War King's Favored Little Doctor Consort

Mo Yunting looked at the document handed to him and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He has lived for so many years and has always kept his promises, but this is the first time someone doesn't believe him and wants written proof.

His eyes couldn't help but look at Su Qingli. Seeing her face full of anticipation, he swallowed his scolding words, silently signed his name, and stamped his handprint at Su Qingli's signal.

"Since you don't trust me, why do you still want to cooperate with me?" Mo Yunting looked at the document in his hand with a cold tone and an increasingly sharp aura. It was bad enough that this woman was cunning, but she also didn't trust him.

"Your Majesty, it's not that I don't trust you, but I don't trust myself." Su Qingli carefully folded up her document and put it away. "A contract is used to constrain oneself."

"A gentleman's promise is worth more than a thousand pieces of gold. Since I have made a promise, I will not break it." Mo Yunting was puzzled.

"Your Highness is a gentleman, but I am a woman. I need to be alert at all times and keep my promises." Su Qingli smiled. She didn't trust anyone except herself!

Mo Yunting is in a high position and has great power. If he wants to break his promise, she will be powerless to resist with her ability. She signed the contract just to remind Mo Yunting to keep his promise and protect her, and she will do her best to heal him.

"You're so cunning." Mo Yunting put away the contract and muttered. She clearly didn't believe him, yet she spoke so righteously. "What do you think of Qiansi Chan?"

"Before I speak, can I ask a question?"

"ask."

"Who put the thousand threads of poison on Your Highness?" Su Qingli looked at Mo Yunting with a serious expression. "Your Highness, please answer this question truthfully. This is related to the method I should use to detoxify you."

Mo Yunting pointed to the sky silently.

Although Su Qingli guessed it, she still felt a little frightened after getting Mo Yunting's confirmation. Prime Minister Su didn't like her, but he had never thought of using poison to control her. The emperor was really cruel.

"This really gives me a difficult problem." Su Qingli said with a headache, "I have to detoxify it, but I can't kill the Thousand Silk Gu worms, and I can't hurt the prince."

"not sure?"

"If I only want to remove the poison, I'm 100% sure. If I want to remove the poison without hurting the prince, I'm only 50% sure. But if I want to remove the poison without hurting the prince and ensuring the poison worm is alive, I'm only 30% sure."

"Thirty percent is already very high." Mo Yunting picked up the teacup and wanted to drink some tea, but it was empty. Su Qingli immediately refilled it for him.

"May I ask who your master is?"

"At the moment, I don't want to tell anyone." Su Qingli said frankly, "I said that my secret will not hinder the prince, and I will never see the person who taught me medicine again."

Mo Yunting's expression changed slightly. Lang Huan's wish to become his disciple was going to be dashed. The master who taught Su Qingli medical skills must have passed away.

"When do you plan to detoxify this king?"

"Wait until I'm at least 80% sure." Su Qingli's eyes flashed. "If we rashly detoxify the prince, it will only put us all in danger."

"A 30% chance is too low. If the detoxification succeeds, it will make that person suspicious of you, causing more trouble. If the detoxification fails, it will harm Your Highness, neither of which I want to see. Please be patient for now, Your Highness. I will definitely find a way to achieve both."

Su Qingli took out two more medicine bottles, one black and one white: "Take one white pill a day, and take the black pill when the poison takes effect and there is no antidote."

Mo Yunting accepted the two bottles of medicine and was indeed very cunning: "If I don't cooperate with you, will you help me detoxify?"

"Yes!" Su Qingli said with certainty, "In the Marquis of Qingyang's Mansion, if it weren't for the prince's help, I would have already become a ghost by now. Even if the prince doesn't cooperate with me, I will find a way to detoxify him."

Mo Yunting lowered his eyes, a trace of warmth rising in his heart. When he left, he left a bottle of ointment for Su Qingli: "Lang Huan made this, it won't leave scars."

Su Qingli was stunned for a moment, raised her hand and touched her face, then she remembered that her face was cut by the envelope thrown by Su Xiang.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."