Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Puyang Xuan saw Mo Yu's tender yet deadly gaze, clenched his fists, and stepped forward to interrupt the conversation.

"Seventh Prince, it is freezing cold in the suburbs. Miss is still recovering from her cold. Please do not let her get cold again. Please arrange another day to talk."

Mo Yu did not recognize Pu Yangxuan. Upon hearing that Jianwu had caught a cold, he was so anxious that he ignored Pu Yangxuan's tone and assumed he was just a guard. Out of concern for his master, he stepped forward to offer advice.

"I'm sorry, Wu'er, it was my oversight. Please get back into the carriage. I'll come to the General's Mansion to find you later."

Yang Jianwu was about to agree when a "death stare" came her way, and she immediately changed her mind.

"No, no, Your Highness is getting married soon and must have many things to do. We'll arrange a time after Your Highness's wedding to introduce Lianyi to Dongli together."

Before Mo Yu could reply, she quickly pulled Nalan Lianyi back to the carriage. Someone was clearly jealous, so she couldn't agree!

Puyang Xuan tried hard to suppress the upward curve of his lips, but still let out a slight laugh. Meeting Mo Yu's puzzled gaze, he clasped his hands in a salute and followed Yang Jianwu away.

Mo Yu did indeed come to the General's Mansion to find Yang Jianwu that night.

The servants of the General's Mansion were not surprised by the arrival of the Seventh Prince. As long as their young mistress was in the capital, this master would often come to visit.

Mu Jin's eyes were full of gossip. Now that the young lady was taken, she wondered if this meeting would be awkward...

Curiosity aside, the things that need to be done still need to be done.

He and Songyin stood on either side of the courtyard gate, obediently guarding it to prevent Puyangxuan from suddenly barging in and causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

In the courtyard, Yang Jianwu finished another cup of tea and placed the cup on the stone table.

There was a "pop" sound.

The pressure was neither too light nor too heavy, but Mo Yu's heart skipped a beat, as if awaiting a verdict.

"It's been snowing all day, and even with the charcoal fire burning around us, it's cold enough. You called me out just to sit in the courtyard and drink tea?"

Mo Yu looked up, his lips slightly parted, a hint of helplessness in his expression.

"Sword Dance, it was you who wouldn't let me into the house..."

The implication is that you made us freeze.

Yang Jianwu smacked his lips and continued drinking his tea. "I'm not embarrassed; it's others who are."

If Ah Xuan were to see Mo Yu entering the inner room of Xi Ge, he would be extremely jealous. He might not care about himself, but he would always care about his partner's feelings.

"She said she didn't belong here..."

"Ok?"

Yang Jianwu's drinking motion froze, and Luo Qi confessed?

Mo Yu took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Yang Jianwu.

"The letter was found in a secret compartment in my study; I don't know when it was left there."

Yang Jianwu took the letter. The words "To My Son" were written on the envelope with a fountain pen. It was left by Luo Qi for Mo Yu.

"I am but a lone seagull in the vast天地, my destiny is ordained by Heaven."

……

Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? If you encounter difficulties, seek the sword dance.

……

"I long to return to my hometown, not as a temporary inn; I need not beckoned home by the cuckoo."

After reading the entire letter, Yang Jianwu suddenly buried her head in her knees, her shoulders trembling.

Mo Yu knew that the two had a very good relationship; if it weren't for their large age difference, one would believe they were best friends.

It must be because of extreme sadness that one is so heartbroken.

Mo Yu wanted to offer comfort but didn't know how to start, so he simply joined in "remembering" Luo Qi.

In fact...

Yang Jianwu's lips twitched so hard she almost twisted them, but she hid her face because she was worried that Mo Yu would see her expression.

What should have been a letter of parting sorrow was transformed into a humorous piece by Luo Qi, who pieced together various poems and lyrics.

When Yang Jianwu composed herself and looked up, her eyes were red and her eyelashes were still covered with a few glistening water droplets.

Mo Yu picked up a dried persimmon from the fruit plate and handed it over, "You said eating sweets makes you feel better, would you like some?"

Yang Jianwu took it; it was soft, sweet, and fragrant. Hmm, eating is indeed one of the best ways to distract oneself.

Seeing that Yang Jianwu had recovered, Mo Yu slowly spoke.

"Sword Dance, tell me, has Mother really left?"

"Cough cough~"

Yang Jianwu nearly choked after swallowing a whole persimmon without chewing it.

"You shouldn't talk while eating or sleeping, can't you wait until I finish eating before you talk?"

Mo Yu nodded in agreement, "It's my fault, you eat first."

After saying that, he stopped talking and sat quietly to the side watching Yang Jianwu eat.

Yang Jianwu's eyes darted around as she took a small bite of the persimmon cake in her hand. How should she tell Mo Yu what she had to say?

To be honest, what should I say if Mo Yu presses me about where Luo Qi went? It would be even more troublesome if I went to find her.

Even knowing it was a desperate measure, she didn't want to say anything bad about Luo Qi.

I'm so conflicted, even the dried persimmons don't taste good anymore.

"Ha~"

Mo Yu looked at Yang Jianwu with a half-smile, "Do you know she's not dead?"

Te—

Is it that obvious?

"You don't like to lie, and when you do, your eyes dart around very quickly."

Yang Jianwu put down the persimmon cake she hadn't finished eating and brushed off the sugar frosting stuck to her fingertips.

"Oh, I see. Then you need to practice more. It's no fun if you can see through it right away."

Mo Yu had a suspicion in his heart, but it had never been confirmed. The smile in his memory had become his deepest pain. Now, he received confirmation from Jian Wu and finally got rid of that heavy burden.

"What kind of mother is she? She just leaves like that, abandoning her home!"

"Family?"

Yang Jianwu shook her index finger. "What you call home is a cage for Consort Qi. Her heart yearns for freedom. In her eyes, home is where husband and wife are loyal to each other."

Mo Yu's smile vanished. "So that's why you conspired to deceive the emperor?"

"Deceive the emperor? Heavens, how could you think that of me!"

Yang Jianwu feigned surprise and covered her mouth, "I didn't say anything, how could I be guilty of deceiving the emperor?"

Mo Yu smiled helplessly, "Yes, you didn't say anything."

As long as one is alive, what does it matter if one is not in the palace? Life is short, only a few decades; let one live the life one desires for the rest of one's life.

Mo Yu stood up to take his leave, saying, "I have learned what I wanted to know. I will return to the palace first, and you should get some rest."

"Wait, I have something to tell you."

"what?"

Yang Jianwu jumped to her feet. "I haven't settled accounts with you yet!"

Mo Yu was confused, wondering where he had offended Yang Jianwu.

"The last palace banquet!"

"A palace banquet?"

"Yes! Think about it carefully!"

Mo Yu roughly understood. "You mean Li Leru deliberately... wanted to embarrass you?"

"Yes!"

"I remember someone really shining!"

Yang Jianwu tilted her head and stared at Mo Yu, "Oh~ you want to speak up for your princess consort?"

"no!"

Mo Yu quickly denied it, not wanting to be misunderstood.

"Then why are you still defending her!"

Mo Yu chuckled, "I knew you wouldn't suffer a loss, that's why I didn't say anything."

"Whether I can handle it or not is one thing, whether you help me or not is another! Don't try to change the subject."

"Okay, okay, then tell me how I'm going to make it up to you?"

Seeing that someone had taken the bait, Yang Jianwu secretly clenched her small fist.

"I don't like Li Leru. I've only met her a few times, but she always causes me trouble. I'm going to give her a taste of her own medicine!"

"You say, I'll do!"

Yang Jianwu snapped his fingers and said smugly, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear!"