Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

For the past two days, Yang Jianwu has been keeping her distance from Mo Yu, using the excuse of packing her things. Even if Mo Yu is slow to react, he has noticed something and has been refused several times when he tried to meet Yang Jianwu alone.

Mo Yu had been pampered by the Emperor of Dongli since childhood, and he had never been cold to Yang Jianwu before. He couldn't understand why Wu'er's attitude had suddenly changed, so he decided to ask her the night before he was about to leave.

He forcibly led Yang Jianwu to the back garden of the General's Mansion. "Wu'er, what's wrong with you? You've been ignoring me these past two days... Have you heard some rumors?"

Yang Jianwu asked in confusion, "What rumor?"

"It's nothing." Mo Yu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yang Jianwu seemed unaware.

Yang Jianwu could easily see Mo Yu's nervousness. A chill ran through her heart. Mo Yu, you've changed... You're hiding something from me... But it doesn't matter anymore. Your affairs have nothing to do with me anymore... This time when I return to the capital and see Consort Qi, I will tell you everything. If you wish to have only me, I will still cherish you; if not, then let's each go our separate ways... This is your last chance, and mine as well.

"I just can't bear to leave my family and want to spend more time with them. Parents shouldn't travel far, and my brother and I rarely spend time with them. This trip to the capital will last at least a month, so I want to spend some time with them before I leave and do my best to be filial." Yang Jianwu didn't want Mo Yu to keep pressing her about this issue, so she reluctantly offered an explanation.

"Is that really true? But you won't let me get close to you. I want to hug you, but you keep avoiding me." Mo Yu said, sounding a little aggrieved.

"Really," Yang Jianwu replied calmly.

Mo Yu wanted to try again, "Then can I hug you?"

Seeing that Mo Yu was still hesitant, and not wanting to cause trouble on the way back to the capital, Yang Jianwu decided not to hide anything from him and spoke frankly: "Mo Yu, I have a phobia of germs and cannot accept sharing a husband with another woman. I am willing to return to the capital with you only to see Consort Qi about her illness. I will leave once I have cured her. During this time, you can also think carefully about our relationship. If you cannot give me what I want, let's not hurt each other and part ways amicably."

Mo Yu was instantly annoyed, "Wu'er, why can't you get over these things! I've already told you that you're the only one in my heart, so why do you still care about how many women will be around me in the future?!"

Seeing Mo Yu's anger, Yang Jianwu couldn't help but smile, a truly hearty laugh this time. "Hehe~ Mo Yu, you have no idea what I want. You once said you would build a city for me and protect me alone... Because of that, I agreed to be your queen. But now you have to protect many people. You can treat words like a joke, and so can I..."

Looking at Yang Jianwu's mocking gaze, Mo Yu recalled the events of that year...

Two teenagers held hands, and the boy said to the girl, "Wu'er, I want to build a city for you in the future, just to protect you, okay?"

The girl asked bluntly, "Do you want me to be your queen?"

The boy nodded shyly, "Then, are you willing?"

The girl's bright, expectant eyes asked again, "Will you really only stay with me from now on?"

The boy answered affirmatively, "Yes, I will always only love you."

……

The promises they once made had been shattered by reality. Mo Yu's breath caught in his throat. This was what Wu'er had always wanted, which was why she cared so much. Could things ever go back to the way they were? Thinking about some things... perhaps... they couldn't go back... Wu'er, was he really going to lose her? Mo Yu felt a profound emptiness in his heart, his eyes glazed over.

Seeing that Mo Yu seemed dazed, Yang Jianwu summoned Mo Yu's subordinates to take him back to rest. She then strolled around the garden alone, saying, "It's all out in the open now. Bodhi has no tree, nor is the bright mirror a stand. Originally there is nothing, so where can dust settle?"

Yang Jianwu composed herself, walked to the rockery, and called out, "When did Your Highness Prince Ning develop this habit of eavesdropping?"

Mo Ye coughed lightly, covering his mouth, and walked out from behind the artificial hill. He swore he hadn't overheard on purpose. "Well, I was here first. I saw you guys arrive, but before I could even come out to say hello, you two started talking. If I came out, everyone would be embarrassed."

Yang Jianwu rolled her eyes gracefully. "Isn't this awkward?"

Mo Ye was probably pleased to see Yang Jianwu and Mo Yu at odds, and he said with a smile on his face, "No way, you're thick-skinned. It's only others who will be embarrassed."

Yang Jianwu took a deep breath, "Don't think that just because you're Prince Ning I won't dare to hit you!"

Mo Ye's smile deepened. "Why don't you try it yourself?"

Yang Jianwu sensed that Mo Ye seemed very happy throughout, and asked in confusion, "Did Your Highness find money today?"

Mo Ye was puzzled by this sudden turn of events. "Uh... what does that mean?"

"Others are happy because they found money, but you're happy because you found a beating." Yang Jianwu looked at Mo Ye as if he were an idiot. "What's making you so happy? Tell me and I'll be happy too."

Mo Ye dared not tell the truth, "We're setting off tomorrow. I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to have your noodles on the road."

"noodle?"

"Yes, the first time at the Earth God Temple, you invited me to eat noodles, saying they were cooked in wild pheasant broth." Ever since he realized he was interested in her, he had felt a little regretful. Why didn't he try it then? The food she prepared always suited his taste perfectly.

Yang Jianwu suddenly realized, "Instant noodles! That's fine, but Luo Li has something to do and won't be with me when he returns to the capital this time. Without someone hunting pheasants, it won't taste the same as before."

Mo Ye understood that the girl wanted him to do it, but he didn't expose her. "That's easy. I'll have Hongfeng go ahead first, and we can cook when we get to the camp. Speaking of which, you and that guard really have a good relationship. You two were arm in arm back then."

Yang Jianwu didn't detect the sourness in his words. "Yes." Thinking of Luo Li, Yang Jianwu showed a genuine smile, wondering how things were going on his end.

"I observed him for a long time before deciding to take him on as a guard, but I've always considered him a brother. The first time we officially met, we got into a fight, and I beat him up pretty badly."

Thinking about their relationship, which was indeed like that of brothers, Mo Ye still felt a little uncomfortable. "And now? Can you still beat him?"

When asked about her sore spot, Yang Jianwu frowned and said, "You can't rub salt into someone's wounds, that's too cruel... Knowing that my internal strength is weak, you still deliberately pick on my sore spots."

Mo Ye was amused by her expression and raised his hand to smooth it out, but then he withdrew his hand, saying, "Your meridians will be opened up sooner or later."

Yang Jianwu said nonchalantly, "Unless I find a husband with profound internal strength, forget about it. Don't underestimate me just because my internal strength isn't great; in close combat, very few people can beat me." She added with a slightly arrogant expression.