Reborn as a doctor, he takes revenge and ruthlessly punishes the scum.

Yongning Prince's Mansion

Gong Mojue sat in his wheelchair, his gaze deep and fixed on the woman kneeling before him, dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit.

"Huayin, you failed?"

The woman looked up and saw that it was in Situ Xiong's study. It was the maid who had drugged Situ Yue and Bai Ziyu.

Hua Yin's face was resolute, and she lowered her head directly:

"Your Highness, please punish your subordinate."

Gong Mojue's eyes darkened:

"So, you mean you're sure that both of them are definitely under the spell of the Thousand Threads Curse?"

Hua Yin frowned, her voice firm:

“Your Highness, I am certain. I observed them outside for quite a while. Only after I was certain that they were definitely under the spell of the Thousand Threads Curse did I run to the banquet to lure people there.”

"Unexpectedly, Ouyang Feng suddenly appeared and, before I could even make a move, led everyone to find Bai Ziyu and the others."

Gong Mojue frowned, pondered for a moment, and asked:

"Think carefully, was there anything strange about the scene at that time?"

Hua Yin thought about it carefully for a while, then hesitated and said:

"Aside from the sudden appearance of Ouyang Feng and his group, who claimed to be investigating whether Bai Ziyu had been poisoned by Gu, there seems to be nothing else..."

"No, wait!"

Gong Mojue frowned:

"What did you think of?"

Hua Yin hurriedly said:

“Your Highness, now that I think about it, there was another person who appeared at the scene out of nowhere. Although she explained that she had discovered that Old Madam Cui had an accident at the Cui family's residence, she went to the Prime Minister's residence to check on the situation.”

"But no matter how I think about it, it seems a bit too coincidental."

Gong Mojue frowned:

"Yuan Niangzi~?"

Mo Ran, standing behind him, quickly reminded him:

"That one, the one Doctor Ding mentioned, the goddess doctor who's here to help you with your illness."

Gong Mojue was puzzled:

"I remember you said that Miss Yu saved her life?"

Mo Ran nodded:

"Yes, she said that anyone who wants to see her for treatment must get Miss Yu's approval."

Gong Mojue then asked:

"I remember, Yu Moyan is already Bai Chongshan's personal disciple, isn't that right?"

Mo Ran had no idea what he meant by asking these questions, and nodded in confusion:

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Gong Mojue glanced at him indifferently:

"Who ruined my plans, Yuan Niangzi or Yu Moyan?"

Mo Ran was completely dumbfounded:

"Your Highness? Yu Moyan doesn't seem to be at the banquet, does he? Why are we bringing Yu Moyan into this again?"

Gong Mojue clearly did not expect him to understand what he meant.

Looking at Hua Yin kneeling on the ground:

"What do you think?"

Hua Yin remained expressionless.

"What Your Highness means is that if Lady Yuan happened to be there and saved Bai Ziyu, then we don't need to worry too much."

“But if she was ordered by Yu Moyan to go and protect Bai Ziyu, then it means that Bai Ziyu had already realized that his trip would be dangerous.”

"Then, given Bai Ziyu's keen perception, could it be that he recognized Jin Wanliang and deliberately lured him there?"

Thinking of this, her face suddenly paled, and she continued:

"Could he possibly guess that behind him is Your Highness?"

Mo Ran opened her eyes wide in surprise:

"How could that be! You really think Bai Ziyu is some kind of demigod? How could he guess that?"

"Hey~, he's not just some demigod, he's a god!"

With a dejected look on his face, Jin Wanliang strode into the room, lightly waving his folding fan.

Gong Mojue's eyes flickered slightly, but his expression remained indifferent.

Mo Ran, on the other hand, looked utterly astonished.

"What does Young Master Jin mean by this? Could it be that he really guessed it?"

Jin Wanliang didn't answer him immediately. Instead, he walked to the table, plopped down on a stool, and faced the table.

The teacup gestured with its lip:

"Want to know? Here, pour me a glass of water!"

Mo Ran looked extremely unwilling:

"What? Don't you have hands? Can't you fall down by yourself?"

Jin Wanliang showed no anger, but instead looked at Gong Mojue:

"Mo Jue, I think you can just listen to what I'm about to say by yourself."

Mo Ran suddenly became anxious, glared at him fiercely, walked to the table, picked up the teapot, poured him a full cup of tea, and slammed it down in front of him:

"Drink, drink, sir, please enjoy your drink. After you finish, please speak properly, okay?"

Jin Wanliang's lips curled into a smug smile. He exaggeratedly picked up his teacup, took a large gulp, smacked his lips twice, and then said triumphantly:

"You know what, Mo Ran. The tea you poured really does smell delicious."

Mo Ran glared at him fiercely again:

"Have you finished drinking? Yes, sir. Please, speak up, okay?"

Seeing that the two of them had finished their banter, Gong Mojue said calmly:

"Bai Ziyu, you guessed everything, didn't you?"

His words caused Bai Ziyu's face to slowly darken:

"Yes, he knows everything. Including that I arranged for him to go to the banquet; including that you were behind it all."

of!"

Gong Mojue didn't react, but Mo Ran said in surprise:

"Impossible. If he knew all this beforehand, why would he go to the appointment so unprepared? And why would he just..."

"You've hit the jackpot! What about the thousand threads of silk beneath the silver veil?"

The smile on Jin Wanliang's face slowly faded:

"That's because he believes I wouldn't harm him!"

After speaking, his face darkened, and he looked at Gong Mojue, his voice extremely solemn:

"Mo Jue, Thousand Threads Entanglement? Did you really use this drug on Zi Yu, to make him and that Situ Yue entangled for life, suffering for the rest of his life?"

"Mo Jue, I need you. Give me an explanation!"

Gong Mojue remained silent, meeting his gaze.

After a long while, a faint smile finally appeared at the corners of his mouth:

"Yes, that's what I ordered!"

Jin Wanliang's expression darkened further, his eyes filled with deep disbelief. He frowned and stared at him for a long time before suddenly standing up, his brows furrowed even more.

"Mo Jue, how could you... use this... this..."

Gong Mojue's smile deepened.

"So you're using such despicable means to achieve your goals?"

Jin Wanliang was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, but remained silent, indicating that this was his meaning.

Gong Mojue nodded:

"Alright, now you know, I did give the order to do this. And then what? What do you think we should do?"