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

Ever since the Red Flame Cult was defeated, the town had been bustling for a long time. When the locals had some free time, they would talk about the fierce battle and praise the cleverness and bravery of Ling Xuan's family.

But Ling Xuan was not flattered by these compliments. He knew clearly in his mind that peace was not easy to come by, and he had to find a way to keep the town stable and maintain long-term peace.

The martial arts school and medical clinic were now open with much fanfare. Ling Xuan personally taught boxing and sword techniques, breaking down each move and technique into its own. The children followed closely behind, imitating the techniques, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Yun Mengting was also busy, softly explaining pharmacology and medical techniques to the apprentices in the clinic. The aroma of medicine filled the air. Yi Chen, on the other hand, would occasionally show off his novel and interesting contraptions, making everyone laugh and explaining the intricacies of the mechanisms.

One day, Ling Xuan was teaching at the martial arts gym when a dusty old man came to visit. The old man, dressed in a plain robe, looked very imposing. He stared at Ling Xuan for a long time before slowly speaking, "Prince Ling, it's been a long time since we last met. I've been asked by an old friend to discuss something important with you." Ling Xuan was quite puzzled and quickly invited the old man into the inner room.

After a chat, I found out that he was an old minister in the court who had a friendship with him. He heard that he was living a stable life in this small town and had just defeated the Red Flame Sect, so he wanted to invite him back to the court to help the new emperor to reorganize the government and secure his throne.

"Your Highness, the court has just had a new team, and the foundation is not yet solid. There are still many treacherous ministers and flatterers who have slipped through the net. You have always had a good reputation and high prestige. If you go back, you will definitely be able to clear up all the evil and bring peace and prosperity to the world." The old man said it sincerely.

After hearing this, Ling Xuan fell into deep thought. All the troubles he had experienced in the palace in the past, including the intrigues and backstabbings, suddenly flooded into his mind.

He subconsciously glanced out the window. The common people in the market were living and working peacefully, and the children were laughing and playing. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind: "Thank you for your kindness, father-in-law, but I've long been tired of the fighting and killing in the court. Now I just want to guard our little paradise, protect my wife and children, and live in peace."

The old man sighed softly and did not insist any more. He left a message saying "If you ever change your mind, feel free to send someone to deliver a message" and said goodbye.

Word of this spread throughout the town. Some felt sorry for Ling Xuan, feeling he'd missed a golden opportunity to shine in the court; others praised him endlessly, lauding his loyalty and loyalty. Upon learning of this, Yun Mengting squeezed Ling Xuan's hand tightly, "Your Highness, no matter what you decide, Yi Chen and I will be with you." Yi Chen, patting his chest, assured him, "Dad, I'm grown up enough to help you protect this town!"

Unexpectedly, the peaceful days didn't last long before an epidemic suddenly struck the town. At first, it was just a few children with low-grade fevers and coughs, and no one took it seriously. Unexpectedly, within two days, more and more people fell ill, and panic spread like wildfire through the town.

Yun Mengting was so anxious that she rushed to the clinic, researching the condition day and night. She scoured the medical books at home and, drawing on her previous experience, concluded that this was probably a rare damp-toxin epidemic that required a strong medicine to dispel the dampness and eliminate the toxin.

Ling Xuan, on his side, organized a team to appease the locals while helping Yun Mengting collect and decoct herbs. Yi Chen, too, was busy, using his mechanical skills to modify several waterwheels, which then sprayed the medicine throughout the town with a gurgling sound, disinfecting and preventing the spread of the epidemic. With this concerted effort, the family finally brought the epidemic under control, earning them a deeper gratitude from the locals.

This epidemic was like a baptism, leaving the town resilient. Ling Xuan, looking at the streets and alleys that had regained their vitality, felt deeply moved. He decided to take his wife and children out for a trip, so that Yi Chen could gain more experience.

They journeyed southward, seeing mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, experiencing the diverse customs and cultures of each region. Arriving in the bustling capital, Yichen was stunned by the towering palaces and bustling commercial streets. In a quiet fishing village, they followed the fishermen out to sea, the salty, moist sea breeze soothing on their faces. Deep in the mountains, listening to the morning and evening bells of an ancient temple, their minds became clear and transparent.

Whenever he arrived at a place, Ling Xuan would always pay attention to the lives of the local people, secretly write down good methods and practical skills, thinking that he could make the town better when he returned; Yun Mengting collected rare medicinal materials and uncommon prescriptions everywhere to enrich her own pharmacopoeia; Yi Chen, on the other hand, would exchange mechanical skills with craftsmen and skilled workers from all over the place, and inspiration would emerge one after another.

On the way home, they passed by their old residence in the capital—the palace. The palace had long since changed owners, and the gates were closed, devoid of its former grandeur and prosperity. Ling Xuan stood there for a moment, his heart devoid of regrets, filled only with contentment in his present life. Yun Mengting took his arm and said, "The past is the past. Our future lies in this small town."

Upon returning to town, the villagers welcomed them with open arms. The journey had been truly worthwhile; they had brought back a wealth of knowledge, useful skills, and a surge of enthusiasm. Ling Xuan had taught the farmers his newly acquired farming methods, and their crop yields had skyrocketed. Yun Mengting had refined herbal formulas with new herbs, making them even more effective. Yi Chen had installed a more sophisticated security system at the town's entrance, giving everyone a sense of security.

The days passed leisurely, and the town became more and more prosperous. Yichen grew up and married the kind and intelligent girl next door, and the couple lived a sweet and happy life.

Ling Xuan and Yun Mengting were overjoyed to see their children and grandchildren. Occasionally, they would sit under the old locust tree in the yard and reminisce about the thrills and tribulations of the past. The grudges in the court and the turmoil in the martial arts world became the most interesting chapters in their stories.

Now, they guard this paradise-like town, watching the flowers bloom in full bloom in spring, the bright and round moon in autumn, the rain moistening the earth with vitality in summer, and the snowflakes falling in winter, turning everything pure and white.

All the pains of the past have become nutrients that nourish the soul, making these peaceful days more and more enjoyable. This simple and happy life will continue forever in the long river of time, generation after generation.