Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

"Being prepared is always the best policy. Being fully prepared prevents panic. Next time I'll give you something, let's see if you still refuse." Yang Jianwu's haughty demeanor made Mo Yu's heart flutter, and he pulled her into his arms.

"Wu'er, when can I marry you?" Mo Yu buried his head in Yang Jianwu's neck and shoulder, greedily inhaling the unique medicinal fragrance emanating from her.

Yang Jianwu thought of Jing Nan and Mo Ye, neither of whom could make their own marriage decisions, so what about Mo Yu? She stepped out of Mo Yu's arms and stared into his eyes, "Mo Yu, tell me, does His Majesty know about our marriage?"

Mo Yu shook his head, "Not yet." Seeing the hurt in Yang Jianwu's eyes, he quickly said, "After returning to the capital this time, I mentioned it to my father. Wu'er, don't worry, my princess will definitely be you."

Yang Jianwu lowered her eyelids and asked again, "Will you have concubines or mistresses in the future?"

Mo Yu couldn't see the emotions in Yang Jianwu's eyes, and tentatively said, "Wu'er, don't worry about any of this. In my heart, there will always only be you. I've loved you since I was a child, don't you understand after all these years?"

"Only me in your heart forever? Hehe~ That means you can have many bodies. I never mentioned this issue before because I believed that Consort Qi could instill the idea of ​​one person in him. Consort Qi, like her, has a soul from the future. She always thought that Consort Qi's child would have different thoughts and would accept the idea of ​​one person for life. But now it seems that's not the case. Mo Yu's thoughts are the same as people in this era. He can keep the one he likes in his heart and sleep with the one he is connected to by marriage."

Yang Jianwu felt a pang of pain in her heart. She had originally wanted to live her life freely on her own, and if she met someone with similar interests, she was willing to try to fall in love. A few years ago, her family wanted to find her a husband, but she did not want to be bound by her parents' wishes and the words of matchmakers. So when Mo Yu later said that he loved her, she gladly accepted.

He once said that he would build a city for her and protect her alone.

Now, the city has been built, but the dream has ended...

Yang Jianwu concealed all emotions in her eyes, remaining calm and undisturbed. "We can discuss our marriage later. When are you setting off back to the capital? I'll go with you to the palace to see Consort Qi."

Mo Yu couldn't discern Yang Jianwu's thoughts. Considering their relationship, Wu'er was probably too shy to say it outright: "I can only stay in Anshun for three days at most. I'm worried and want to set off as soon as possible."

“Alright, I’ll also prepare some things to bring to Your Highness in the next couple of days,” Yang Jianwu replied casually.

Mo Yu wanted to embrace Yang Jianwu again, but Yang Jianwu skillfully avoided him, leaving him feeling a little flustered as his arms went empty.

"Dinner is almost ready, let's go eat together. I specially prepared two dishes that are unique to Anshun for you, which I cooked myself. Once you leave Anshun, it will be hard to find such dishes again." Yang Jianwu silently added in her heart, "I will never cook for you again."

General's Mansion Dining Hall

"Wu'er, which dish did you make especially for me?" Mo Yu couldn't wait to taste Wu'er's cooking skills.

Looking at the table full of delicious food, Mo Ye felt that Yang Jianwu must have cooked it all herself, and he envied Mo Yu for winning the heart of such a wonderful woman.

Yang Jianwu used serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of bright green vegetable and put it into Mo Yu's bowl. "Stir-fried goji berry sprouts with oil and salt. Goji berries are scarce in other places, and it's not easy to find fresh and tender goji berry sprouts."

Mo Yu's mouth gaped slightly. He hadn't expected that the person who had specially prepared the food would be cooking vegetables... He reluctantly put it in his mouth. It was slightly bitter, but had a slightly sweet aftertaste. Hmm, it was quite refreshing.

Seeing that Mo Yu had finished eating, Yang Jianwu put another chopstick of vegetables on his plate. "Stir-fried vegetables. You can't get these outside of Anshun."

Mo Yu's face fell immediately. "Wu'er, it's been so long since we last met. Shouldn't you prepare some big fish and meat? I've been traveling all this way and my face is almost ashen."

Yang Jianwu said calmly, "The frontier is harsh and cannot compare to the wealth of the capital. Goji berry sprouts are good for the eyes, calm the nerves, relieve dryness, strengthen muscles and bones, and fight fatigue. Baby bok choy is nutritious and refreshing, making it very suitable for soldiers on the frontier. Your Highness will not be staying here for long, and it will be difficult to eat it again in the future. Why not relax and try it?"

Mo Ye watched the two of them, sensing that something had happened. Yang Jianwu's attitude towards Mo Yu had changed drastically. If he remembered correctly, Yang Jianwu used to address Mo Yu by his full name, but now she addressed him as "Your Highness." Her words seemed to have a hidden meaning, and her attitude was rather indifferent, lacking the enthusiasm she had before. What exactly had happened?

Considering that Jing Nan wanted to take Qing Dai into his household, Yang Jianwu seemed to have said "I don't seek wealth and status, but only to be unique" when she scolded Jing Nan. Could it be that Yang Jianwu knew that her father wanted to betroth Li Leru to Mo Yu, which is why the two had a conflict?

Judging from their expressions, it seems Yang Jianwu is the only one heartbroken, while that silly boy Mo Yu is still oblivious... The only one? Can I do that? I'm not at the center of power, nor do I have any other duties, so perhaps I could give his marriage a try.

As night fell, Yang Jianwu came to the martial arts arena alone, dismissed all the guards, and went to the armory to take out a newly made repeating crossbow. She couldn't stand the sight of it. This crossbow was something she had prepared for Mo Yu. News had come that the three kingdoms would soon send envoys to visit. The best way to destroy the envoys of other countries was to use advanced weapons to suppress them and make them fearful.

Now I feel like I've been deceiving myself all along. Mo Yu has grown up and is no longer that silly boy who only liked him. He is the seventh prince of Dongli, a candidate for crown prince, and may one day rise to the highest position.

Mo Yu's evasive answer today precisely reveals his true intentions. It's impossible for her to be the only one in his life. Beauty fades and love diminishes; he may like her now, but he will despise her later.

Yang Jianwu felt a surge of irritation. He picked up his crossbow, walked out of the storeroom, and went to the center of the training ground to fire wildly. The crossbow could fire ten arrows at once, or it could control the number of arrows to fire continuously. Every arrow hit its mark, piercing the bullseye half a mile away.

Mo Ye was in a bad mood while watching Yang Jianwu's dinner and wanted to cheer her up. When he arrived at the courtyard gate, he saw Yang Jianwu dismiss everyone and leave alone. Worried that something might happen to her, he followed her. He never expected to witness such a shocking scene.

Dongli also has crossbows, but they can only fire one arrow at a time, and their range and speed are no match for the crossbow before them. The appearance of this crossbow will definitely intimidate the other three kingdoms.

Just as Mo Ye was about to go out and ask Yang Jianwu who made the crossbow, he saw Yang Jianwu throw it on the ground and raise her foot to stomp on it. He quickly flew out to stop her and pushed Yang Jianwu's leg away with his hand.

Yang Jianwu was lost in thought tonight, and being at home, she was not on guard. She didn't expect Mo Ye to suddenly rush out and stop her. Her center of gravity shifted to one side, and she was about to make intimate contact with the ground when she suddenly fell into a warm embrace.