The Reincarnation of the Beauty: The Concubine Doctor and the Conspiracy

The tail of spring swept by gently, and the town seemed to be touched by magic. Overnight, it was filled with bright signs and festive lanterns, and the lively atmosphere of the temple fair filled every alley.

Yi Chen's eyes were already twitching with joy. He tugged at Yun Mengting's skirt and cried in a baby voice, "Mom, I want to go see!" His voice was so sweet and sticky that anyone who heard it couldn't resist. Ling Xuan looked at his wife and children, a smile on his lips that was so warm that it could even outshine the spring sun. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go and join in the fun."

At the temple fair, the moment a juggler appeared on stage, the place was instantly ablaze. He took a deep breath and suddenly burst into flames, which raged wildly as he twisted his body into wild and awe-inspiring gestures in the air. The crowd exclaimed in surprise, like the rising tide.

The sugar-painting master was equally impulsive. A spoonful of syrup danced gracefully between his fingertips, and in a flash, a majestic auspicious beast appeared on the chopping board, radiating an alluring sweet glow. Yi Chen's eyes lit up as he ran around with his short legs, clutching the newly bought sugar figurine and licking it from time to time. The sweetness overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he felt like jumping up and down.

Just as they were enjoying their stroll, a wandering Taoist priest with an ethereal demeanor passed by. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed on Yi Chen, examining him from head to toe. "This boy has a face of indescribable nobility, but it seems his fate has been plagued by a calamity. You must be extremely careful from now on," the Taoist priest said slowly, stroking his beard. Yun Mengting's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly grabbed the Taoist priest to question and examine him.

The Taoist simply gave an enigmatic smile, leaving behind the words, "A blessed place may hold a turning point," before disappearing into the crowd. Although Ling Xuan felt the theories of fate were elusive, he could see Yun Mengting's brows furrowed in worry, so he softly consoled her, "Ting'er, don't let a few idle words ruin your mood. I'm here to protect you. Even if the sky falls, Yi Chen won't be harmed in the slightest."

A few days later, a mysterious group of merchants arrived in town, all dressed in gold and silver, looking very impressive. They opened their wallets and bought up any herbs and food they could find, as if they were going to empty the town.

Ling Xuan frowned slightly, feeling that something was fishy. He followed them quietly for a few days and discovered that this group of people were secretly connected with the remnants of the previous dynasty who had been wiped out before. It turned out that the remnants of the remnants were still determined to make trouble and wanted to use the supplies to stir up trouble again.

When Yun Mengting learned about it, her beautiful eyes flashed and she came up with a plan: "Your Highness, let's set a trap for them. We can mix some harmless but weak herbs into the medicinal materials and food, so that they won't be able to use any strength." Ling Xuan applauded and immediately arranged for capable people to act in secret, while he galloped to contact officers and soldiers from afar to come to support.

On the day the caravan was leaving the city, Ling Xuan, accompanied by a group of strong young men from the town, immediately blocked their way with swords drawn. The leading merchant's face suddenly changed, and he drew his sword from its sheath, a cold gleam flashing as he slashed at them viciously.

Ling Xuan, agile and nimble, dodged the attack with a flick of his body, then grabbed the man's wrist with his backhand. With a slight push, the long sword dropped to the ground with a clang. At that moment, the sound of horse hooves echoed, and soldiers descended like divine forces, capturing the group of treacherous merchants and the remnants lurking in the shadows.

The townspeople rushed over upon hearing the news, their cheers almost overturning the sky. Their eyes were filled with burning gratitude and admiration as they looked at Ling Xuan's family.

After the storm subsided, Yichen was playing in the yard, chasing butterflies. He stumbled and, while digging in the ground, unearthed an old box. The box, rusted with rust, held a surprising treasure: several long-lost medical and martial arts manuals. Yun Mengting's eyes widened as she happily picked them up. With these treasures, she was sure to further enhance her medical skills and, in the future, even pass on self-defense techniques to Yichen.

"It seems the turning point the Taoist priest mentioned is here." Yun Mengting smiled sweetly and looked at Ling Xuan. Ling Xuan stretched out his arms, hugged his wife and children tightly, and laughed heartily: "Whatever the fate or turning point, we are a family holding hands. The days ahead will be filled with endless blessings." The days flowed like honey, and their story in the small town flourished, continuing towards the warmer years.