Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Thinking that Nalan Lianyi would never be able to become a carefree little princess again, Yang Jianwu felt more pity for Nalan Lianyi. They had already hit it off at first sight, and after spending time together, the friendship between the two sisters became even closer.

The escort team was led by Nalan Yuanting, while Nalan Yuanli was unable to attend due to illness.

The procession traveled from south to north, and the weather grew colder and colder. As they approached the capital, heavy snow began to fall.

Inside the beautifully decorated carriage, silver charcoal burned, emitting a warm and soft glow.

Above the silver charcoal stove sat a small, exquisite red clay stove, on which fragrant tea was brewing. As the temperature rose, the tea began to boil, the bubbling sound echoing in the quiet carriage, bringing a sense of tranquility and relaxation.

The climate of Xipan is very similar to that of Yunzhi, warm and pleasant, with no snow throughout the year.

Nalan Lianyi had read countless descriptions of snow in books, but had never personally experienced the coldness of snow.

The carriage curtain was quietly lifted from the inside, and a delicate, fair hand reached out, snowflakes falling like fairies into her palm.

The snowflakes were cold and refreshing, as if carrying the unique scent of winter.

Nalan Lianyi squinted slightly, carefully observing the snowflake in her hand, trying to count how many petals it had.

Before she could count them all, the snowflakes melted quickly in her warm palm, turning into a crystal-clear droplet of water.

Nalan Lianyi exclaimed, "Sister, is this snow?! It's amazing!"

He pulled his hand back into the car, feeling the lingering coolness.

A strange thought welled up in her mind; perhaps, this snow falling all around had a touching story behind it...

Yang Jianwu opened her sleepy eyes and glanced indifferently outside the curtains.

"Yes, this is the legendary snow. If you had come a month earlier, you would have seen even more beautiful snow. Now it's almost February, and the snow is almost over. It will probably melt away by the time you get married."

Thinking of her upcoming marriage, a trace of sorrow appeared on Nalan Lianyi's beautiful face. Her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes revealed a sense of helplessness and worry, filled with anxiety about the life ahead.

Nalan Lianyi silently leaned her head on Yang Jianwu's shoulder, as if she could find some comfort and support in this way.

"Sister, I don't want to marry into this family at all, but I can't change it..."

Yang Jianwu gently stroked Nalan Lianyi's hair. Throughout history, very few princesses who were sent to marry foreign rulers for political reasons have had a happy ending.

They left their homes and married in other countries, living in unfamiliar environments and facing huge differences in culture and customs.

Often, they have to endure loneliness, homesickness, and even unfair treatment and discrimination...

"You can't control the whole situation, but you can change yourself. Actually..."

Yang Jianwu hesitated for a moment, "Mo Yu is not the kind of person who is difficult to get along with. You two are quite similar in some ways. Why not try to communicate with him openly and honestly?"

Both of them are like children who haven't grown up emotionally, and they crave a sense of belonging.

Having grown up in a wealthy family, Mo Yu had seen all sorts of women. Influenced by Luo Qi, he detested those who were scheming and manipulative.

If Nalan Lianyi stays true to herself, she could be a good partner, and perhaps they could ultimately achieve a happy ending...

Amidst the biting wind and swirling snow, Mo Yu arrived early at Shili Pavilion to wait for the convoy upon learning that it would be arriving in the capital that day. His heart was filled with a mix of emotions, and he had so many questions to ask.

A somewhat lonely figure stood there quietly, gazing into the distance.

Time passed slowly, and finally, a convoy of cars slowly moving forward appeared in the distance.

Mo Yu's heart raced. He knew that the figure he couldn't shake off was among them. Even though he had let go, he couldn't help but look forward to seeing her again.

As the caravan drew closer, Mo Yu's gaze was fixed on the most conspicuous carriage.

Songyin's voice came from outside the carriage, "Miss, the Seventh Prince is waiting at Shili Pavilion."

Yang Jianwu lifted the curtain and glanced at it. "Okay, I understand."

The convoy stopped in front of Shili Pavilion. Yang Boshan led everyone in bowing to Mo Yu, and then waited in place.

Nalan Yuanting and Mo Yu nodded to each other as a greeting.

Nalan Lianyi and Yang Jianwu got out of the car with umbrellas, and Mo Yu immediately came to greet them.

Perhaps because he had been waiting for a long time, Mo Yu exuded a cold aura, which, combined with his handsome features, made him seem particularly aloof and difficult to get along with.

This was the first time Nalan Lianyi and Mo Yu met. A look of amazement flashed in her eyes. Although she resisted the marriage alliance, the feeling of being moved was like sunlight shining through the clouds, casting a dazzling beam of light before her eyes.

Mo Yu glanced at Nalan Lianyi indifferently, without any further expression.

Nalan Lianyi realized that Mo Yu had come for Yang Jianwu, and was a little disappointed, but still bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Your Highness."

Mo Yu didn't want to pay attention to Nalan Lianyi; he only wanted to catch up with Yang Jianwu, so he casually waved his hand to brush her off.

Nalan Lianyi stood up awkwardly, took half a step back, and gave up her seat.

Yang Jianwu winked at Mo Yu, signaling him to exchange a few pleasantries with Lianyi. Mo Yu pretended not to understand, and just smiled foolishly at Yang Jianwu, a stark contrast to his previous aloofness.

Yang Jianwu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a silent smirk appeared on his lips, exuding a strong sense of threat.

Helpless, Mo Yu put aside his thoughts and formally greeted Nalan Lianyi.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess."

Yang Jianwu straddled Nalan Lianyi's arm and pushed her in front of Mo Yu, laughing, "Mo Yu, this is Nalan Lianyi. She is your Seventh Prince's Consort and also my sister. From now on, she'll be under your protection in Dongli!"

Mo Yu was very resistant to the title "Seventh Prince's Consort," his long eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes.

"Want to adopt a younger sister?"

Yang Jianwu ignored Mo Yu's gloomy mood and said, "Mhm!"

“Okay, as long as she doesn’t break the laws of Dongli, I’ll protect her.”

Having received a satisfactory reply, Yang Jianwu suddenly grinned mischievously, "My sister is your sister, aren't you going to give me a little something?"

Luo Qi didn't want to spend his days in palace intrigue, so he asked to go to the Cold Palace. He often carved jade pendants to pass the time, and his faked death left Mo Yu with many memories.

Even if Luo Qi himself were present, he would be happy to give it to the person Yang Jianwu has chosen.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Yu took off the jade pendant he always carried with him.

Nalan Lianyi's cheeks flushed slightly as she accepted the jade pendant with both hands and curtsied. The jade felt warm to the touch, cutting away the coldness.

Yang Jianwu noticed Nalan Lianyi's shyness and felt somewhat relieved. It's easy for a woman to pursue a man, and Mo Yu doesn't dislike Lianyi. As long as Lianyi is willing to work hard, there's a chance for the two of them!

Or should we give them a push?

Yang Jianwu glanced at the jade pendant in Nalan Lianyi's hand and a wicked idea popped into her head.

"Mo Yu, Emperor Dongli has a good eye this time. You should cherish the person in front of you!"

Mo Yu looked at Yang Jianwu quietly, and in the end could only sigh silently.

The person before me? Why isn't it you anymore...?