Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Mo Ye, mindful of the difference between men and women, helped her up, quickly removing his hand from Yang Jianwu's waist. His hand, behind his back, unconsciously squeezed her – so delicate and soft…

Yang Jianwu didn't understand why Mo Ye was stopping her. Thinking of his identity, she first curtsied and said, "Greetings, Your Highness Prince Ning."

Mo Ye offered a slight nod, "No need for formalities." Then he picked up the crossbow from the ground, "Why did you destroy it?"

Yang Jianwu glanced at the repeating crossbow, then lowered her eyelids. "This crossbow is no good; it's an eyesore."

Mo Ye joked, "Is the crossbow bad, or is the person bad? I think this crossbow is exquisitely crafted. If Miss Yang doesn't want it, how about I give it to her?"

Yang Jianwu pouted, "Your Highness Prince Ning, please don't make fun of me."

Mo Ye tried to change the subject and prevent Yang Jianwu from getting lost in her thoughts, "Miss Yang treated me before so that Master could help you unblock your meridians. Why didn't you mention it again later? If you had used internal force when you shot the crossbow just now, the range should have been even greater."

Yang Jianwu really wanted Tie Lao to help her open up her meridians as soon as possible, but the situation did not allow it. "I also want to, but Tie Lao's internal organs have been injured before. If he forcibly opens up my meridians, it will harm himself. Moreover, the heat during the meridian opening is very high, so I cannot wear too many clothes, and my palms need to be placed on my body. Tie Lao does not want to ruin my reputation."

"I see." Mo Ye also felt sorry for Yang Jianwu. She was excellent in every way, and he felt unworthy of her. If internal energy could also be improved, who in this world would be worthy of her?

Mo Ye turned the crossbow over and examined it carefully, finding it increasingly ingenious. "Wu'er? May I call you that?"

Yang Jianwu was taken aback for a moment, then refused, "Your Highness, isn't it inappropriate to address me like that? We're not that close."

Mo Ye smiled and said, "I think it's great. We're quite familiar with each other now, at least I know you very well." After saying that, he didn't forget to give Yang Jianwu a quick once-over.

Remembering the embarrassment of her clothes being ripped apart a few days ago, Yang Jianwu's carefully maintained dignified demeanor crumbled. She immediately jumped up, pointed at Mo Ye, and roared, "Mo Ye! If you dare to tell anyone, I'll never forgive you!"

Mo Ye's gentle laughter rang out; this was the Yang Jianwu she knew. "Just teasing you, trying to make you smile. You seemed distracted during dinner; you must have something on your mind. Would you like to talk to me about it?"

Yang Jianwu sighed deeply. Mo Ye could tell she was in a bad mood, but Mo Yu seemed completely unaffected. Was he just carefree, or did he simply not take it to heart? "It's nothing, Your Highness is overthinking it. Why is Your Highness here so late?"

Mo Ye said frankly, "I'm worried about you. You always seemed so happy when I saw you before. I'm not used to seeing you like this."

Yang Jianwu chuckled inwardly. "We're really not that close... But it feels good to have someone care about me, and my attitude towards Mo Ye has changed a little."

"Want some wine?" Mo Ye hesitated for a long time, thinking that people in ancient times liked to drink when they had something on their mind, so maybe drinking some wine would make them feel better.

"Pfft~" Yang Jianwu was speechless. "Your Highness, do you really think it's a good idea for a man and a woman to drink together in the middle of the night?"

Mo Ye realized that Yang Jianwu had misunderstood, so he quickly explained, "In ancient times, people used wine to drown their sorrows. I just wanted you to forget your troubles, but I didn't mean to be disrespectful to you."

Yang Jianwu nodded, "Is that so? Then does Your Highness know that drinking to drown your sorrows only makes them worse?"

Mo Ye was speechless. Who said that? How come he didn't know... Drinking is no good, so how about shouting it out to vent? No, if he asked that, Yang Jianwu would probably say he was crazy again... Or, how about singing a song?

"How about you sing a song? Or, shall I sing one for you?"

Yang Jianwu's eyes lit up instantly. "What song would Your Highness like to sing?" Then she thought of the songs of this era, which were too awful to listen to. Even if she really wanted to hear the prince sing, she couldn't let her ears suffer. "Never mind, I'll sing. Your Highness can just listen. If you sing well, you can give me a reward."

Mo Ye admired Yang Jianwu's ability to adjust herself. The person who was just melancholy had now regained her radiance and smiled happily, "Okay."

Yang Jianwu pondered for a moment, then her melodious voice slowly flowed from her mouth:

"Memories are like a storyteller"

In a tone full of local accent

Skip over puddles and around the village

Waiting for the fate to meet

You sculpted a city out of mud.

He said he would marry me in the future.

Turning around countless times, passing through countless doors, wasting youth

……

From that moment on, someone lived in my heart.

We were once so small

That year you moved a small stool

I was so captivated by the play that I followed it all the way.

I'm looking for the people in that story.

You are an indispensable part

You take a short nap under the tree

Little me, foolishly waiting

……

tiny hands holding tiny people

Holding fast to a small eternity.

After Yang Jianwu finished singing, her mind was blank, and there was a faint sense of confusion in her eyes. Mo Ye was attracted by the beautiful melody that he had never heard before. Was the story in the song about her and Mo Yu?

Why do I feel a little jealous...? Create a city? Yunzhi? I have to say, because of a song, Mo Ye realized the truth: "Mo Yu, he knows Yunzhi is you..."

Yang Jianwu shook her head. "He doesn't know about Cloud City. In fact, I've been the one building the city for him all along, and I've been protecting him... All I want is for him to have only me. Is it really that hard to have only me?"

Yang Jianwu suppressed the pain in her heart, wanting to vent all her awkward emotions, and continued, "Only today did I realize that this has all been just a dream... I asked him if he would have concubines or maids in the future? He said he would always keep me in his heart... He didn't say it explicitly, but he gave me the answer. It's time to wake up from this dream."

Mo Ye felt a pang of pain in his heart upon hearing this. What woman would willingly share a husband with another? All she wanted was someone who would truly love her and be loyal to her. Having witnessed her medical skills and now knowing that Yunzhi was built by her, Mo Ye admired Yang Jianwu even more. Such talent should not be buried.

Yang Jianwu's inner turmoil had subsided, and her eyes regained their clarity. She saw through Mo Ye's thoughts. "I have been disrespectful and offended Your Highness's ears. Thank you for listening. Please forget what I said today. I only wish to live a quiet life with my family. You may take this crossbow if you wish. I take my leave."

Yang Jianwu turned to leave, but Mo Ye's voice sounded behind her: "Little Wu'er, is it alright if I call you like your master? Your master and Senior Ghost Doctor are good friends, and you and Senior Ghost Doctor are both teacher and friend, so we can barely be considered senior and junior brothers and sisters. Calling you Little Wu'er is not too much."

Yang Jianwu turned her head to the side and said calmly, "Whatever, it's just a title anyway." After saying that, she left the martial arts arena.

Mo Ye stayed alone in the martial arts arena for a while before going back to rest. The night sky was filled with a slightly bitter mist, and the pale moonlight brushed silently across the clouds that had shed tears.