Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

Upon hearing this, Yun Qiao was pleased to find that her partners were worth the most.

During the dressing change, seeing the God of Wealth's evasive manner, she said, "Why are you blushing? I have a lover who is better looking than you. I have no designs on you."

The doctor-patient relationship needs to be clearly explained. Making it sound like she likes to act that way is just bad for her reputation.

The God of Wealth paused upon hearing her words, turned his head away, and let her apply the medicine and bandage.

Qin Xiangming, who was standing to the side, heard her words and glanced at the seriously injured person with a cold look in his eyes.

The God of Wealth rested for a few days after his injury was healed and then left.

When Yue Shan returned, Yun Qiao's clinic had already reopened.

He was required to stay home and take care of the foolish prince, and could not be with his wife, which made him quite resentful.

That evening, Yun Qiao looked at the person who followed her closely and wouldn't leave, and after a moment of curiosity, she continued writing prescriptions and calculating accounts.

After a while, they found Yue Shan still standing to the side.

"what happened?"

Yue Shan sounded a little aggrieved. "I haven't seen you for a long time, Madam. I miss you so much. Do you miss me?"

Yun Qiao blushed, "I miss you too."

Alright, Yue Shan was satisfied. "Madam, you should rest. I've been busy all day."

Yun Qiao was stunned for a moment, "But I need to work hard to earn money to redeem you."

If she doesn't work hard, who will support this broken family?

Yue Shan was moved by these words and said, "Madam, I want to kiss you."

He says whatever comes to mind without any tact.

Yun Qiao coughed lightly, "Um, go wait for me for a while, I'll finish settling the accounts."

Yue Shan obediently listened, looked around, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Strange, Yun Qiao shook her head and continued doing the accounting. As the night deepened, Yue Shan was rummaging through something, his face growing redder and redder.

Yun Qiao looked at him suspiciously, and as soon as she stood up, she discovered that he had hidden something.

I walked over and glared at him sternly until he obediently handed it over.

I glanced at it and immediately closed it.

"You went out and went astray?"

Yue Shan shook his head. "No, I overheard someone else really liked it when I was on a mission, so I thought I'd give it to you."

In fact, he hadn't had time to see what it was yet. He couldn't wait for her any longer and remembered that among the pile of gifts he brought back this time, there was a book. He noticed that she had been looking at those medical books and wanted to see if this was the one.

Feeling guilty, Yue Shan said, "Madam, I want to see more."

It was his first time seeing it, and he was curious.

Yun Qiao also felt guilty; she hadn't seen it either and wanted to.

"You...you sit over there."

The two people in bed were acting suspiciously, reading forbidden books together.

Yun Qiao stared wide-eyed. How could ancient times be like this? Good heavens.

At first there were gasps of surprise, but later only the sound of turning pages remained, until all sound gradually disappeared.

Yun Qiao nudged Yue Shan with her elbow, "Move over a bit, don't push me."

Yue Shan moved a tiny bit, feeling wronged.

Yun Qiao gave him a serious look and said, "Alright, go to sleep."

Yue Shan glanced at the roof beam in the direction she pointed, then turned his head without moving, moving a little closer.

“Madam, I would like to do the same.” He said, glancing at the closed book in her hand, his intention quite clear.

Now it was Yun Qiao's turn to be conflicted. It wasn't that she was feudal or conservative. Besides, she was still a widow, and her son was already so grown up. She didn't need to worry about remaining chaste.

However, this book is a bit special.

I have a feeling that Yue Shan might have smuggled it from some ancient version of a rich woman who kept male lovers.

Yun Qiao frowned. "I don't think I'm good enough. It's not good for you to do that."

She maintained a serious expression, as if afraid of revealing that she was inwardly screaming like a groundhog.

But Yue Shan is a straightforward person, and said, "I still want to."

He looked aggrieved, and Yun Qiao felt a little embarrassed. "Then...then you lie down first, I'll review for a while."

Yue Shan immediately looked happy and lay straight down on the bed.

Yun Qiao appeared to be flipping through a book, but kept glancing at Yue Shan, clearly feeling guilty.

After a long pause, he closed the book and said, "You...you go and put out the candles in the room."

Upon hearing this, Yue Shan pulled out a short sword from somewhere and shot it out.

It was pitch black, so Yun Qiao grew a little bolder. She bent down and groped for a kiss, but when she noticed Yue Shan's response, she became a little shy and said, "You're not allowed to move!"

Yue Shan gave a wronged "oh".

The next morning, Yun Qiao looked at Yue Shan, whose eyes were red and swollen, and looked away uncomfortably.

She wasn't being unreasonable at all; he was the one who cried, it had nothing to do with her.

"You... take good care of Xiaoming at home, I'm going to the clinic."

She fled in panic.

However, even the God of Wealth, who had come to check on the clinic's business after many days, noticed the happy look on her face.

He glanced suspiciously at the person absentmindedly fetching medicine, then continued checking his own accounts.

As noon approached, he looked at the people coming in and continued checking the accounts with his eyes lowered.

Yue Shan came to see Yun Qiao secretly; when asked, he said he missed her.

Yun Qiao, however, was anxious to urge him to go back, as she was worried about leaving her simple-minded son alone in the mansion.

Seeing that the person had left, the God of Wealth got up and prepared to leave as well.

Just before leaving, unable to bear it any longer, he tapped the table and said, "Make some snacks."

He owns 40%, which is still a significant amount of money. What if he loses money if she doesn't take care of him?

Yun Qiao was in a good mood. "Okay, boss, take care."

......

Life seemed peaceful on the surface, if it weren't for the tyrant's upcoming birthday.

Looking at the invitation sent to the Prince's Mansion, Yun Qiao was at her wit's end. It specifically invited her, the old Princess Consort, and her silly son.

She did want to bring Yue Shan along, since if someone bullied him there, he would have a pillar of strength.

Unfortunately, they couldn't take them with them; the other party wanted both of them. The emperor's family has a high threshold.

Yun Qiao brought a bunch of bottles and jars, which were obviously wedding gifts.

It's all real tonics. I know this kind of junk might not even be able to see the tyrant, but what if it does? It might just kill him.

It was her first time visiting the palace. She lowered her head and followed the signs to take a seat, not daring to look around at all.

Qin Xiangming was obedient and followed her, holding onto her sleeve, not going anywhere.

The two of them sat in the corner, looking incredibly timid and lacking any of the airs of someone from a royal residence.

Nonsense, she didn't dare to show off at all. Thinking of the old monk's nonsense, Yun Qiao wished she were invisible.

Let alone her, everyone around you is unruly.

What birthday banquet? The tyrant has some mental issues. Where is the banquet?

No one else appeared; a large, towering square was covered in red silk cloth in the center of the hall.

After a long while, the noise subsided, and Yun Qiao dared not look up. She knew the tyrant had arrived.

"Greetings, my beloved subjects."

A soft yet eerie voice rang out.

No one dared to respond; the tyrant was enraged.

"They're all ignoring me? Fine, they're all ignoring me."

Anyone who dares to speak up will be the first to die. If everyone stays silent, he will only target one person. Once you speak up and get noticed, you're finished.

Qin Xiangchi clapped his hands, and the little eunuch quickly stepped forward to remove the red cloth from the cage.

The white tiger inside was licking its fur.

The sudden light made it irritably whistle.

Everyone in the hall trembled with fear, while Yun Qiao kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, not daring to make the slightest move.

"My little white cat is hungry. Is there any subject willing to feed it with his own body?"

"Nobody's here. Then I'll have to choose carefully."

Noticing that gaze sweeping over them, everyone remained motionless.

"Ah, where is my dear younger brother?"