Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

After the gift-giving ceremony concluded, Hongyun prepared to host the next activity.

The discordant sound that had been anticipated for a while finally emerged.

"Wait a moment!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Lu Qiao, the eldest daughter of Minister Lu of the Ministry of Revenue.

Mu Jin explained the relationship between Li Leru and Lu Qiao to Yang Jianwu.

Lu Qiao was Li Leru's old friend. The two were inseparable and often studied poetry and songs together. They used to take turns winning first place at banquets.

It's unclear what the conflict was, but they eventually became like strangers.

Yang Jianwu did not have a high opinion of the friendship between women from aristocratic families, especially since the two sides were evenly matched and seemed to be on the same page, but were actually playing mind games behind the scenes.

As the host, Hongyun needed to control the atmosphere of the entire event. He was about to send someone to stop them when he received a gesture from Moye to stop him, so he swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Looking again at Miss Yang's bright, expectant eyes, I understood; it was this person's decision.

I'm coming!

It's finally time for them to make their appearance.

Yang Jianwu unconsciously clapped her hands, standing up to find fault at the ceremony of the marriage alliance between the two countries, especially at the wedding of Emperor Dongli's favorite son. Girl, your courage is commendable!

Mu Jin looked around and realized that she really couldn't find anyone with eyes as bright as her young mistress's.

"Miss, is this really alright for you?"

Despite the turmoil of the world, we should not miss out on the excitement.

Mu Jin was speechless; her young lady's thoughts were truly unconventional.

Yang Jianwu had been secretly observing Lu Qiao. With her fair skin and elegant demeanor, she was a beautiful woman, talented and beautiful, indeed on par with Li Leru.

She was just too slow in moving her light steps toward the stage... She was really patient; she had to wait until she was completely still before asking a question.

If you want to get on stage and show your face, you'd better hurry up!

Xiang Wan was a little nervous when she saw Lu Qiao step forward.

"Your Highness, this servant clearly arranged..."

Li Leru doesn't care who steps forward; as long as it disrupts the wedding, she's happy.

"Let's take a look."

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lu Qiao walked onto the stage. As she approached the center of the stage, she didn't forget to straighten the two strands of thread at the front of her chest.

He bowed respectfully to Mo Yu and Lian Yi, and then curtsied to the crowd below the stage.

"I apologize for interrupting Your Highness and the Princess's wedding."

Nalan Lianyi had always valued this wedding, and even though she knew it was just a performance, she had poured all her emotions into it. Now that it had been interrupted, she was truly unhappy.

She placed the fan in front of her chest, revealing her entire face, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, perfectly capturing the essence of jealousy and resentment.

"Miss, you know you're sorry, yet you still interrupt. Are you trying to embarrass me?"

This is the first time I've met you, Miss. We have no enmity between us. Why would you ruin my wedding?

"Judging from your noble family background, where is your manners and upbringing?"

Lu Qiao was startled, not expecting to anger Princess Nalan.

If a marriage between two countries goes wrong due to one's inappropriate words or actions, the consequences would be dire!

She immediately knelt down and begged for forgiveness, "Your Highness, please calm down. I only have a question I would like to ask for an answer to, and it won't take long."

"Does it have to be at this time?"

Yes, does it have to be at this time? If I were the bride, I'd probably be angry too.

But if not now, then when?

Lu Qiao steeled her heart and said, "Please forgive me, Princess."

Nalan Lianyi turned to Mo Yu and asked, "What does Your Highness mean?"

Mo Yu always kept in mind that he had to protect Nalan Lianyi, "Of course..."

A soft cough reached his ears, and he subconsciously looked at Yang Jianwu, receiving many flirtatious glances, but he still couldn't understand what they meant.

The woman blinked so hard her eyes were practically twitching. "Don't stop me, don't stop me!" she cried. She never expected that Mo Yu, who was usually so shrewd, would be so difficult to communicate with.

Forgive Mo Yu for not understanding the eye signal, and passed the ball to Nalan Lianyi.

"Of course I'll listen to the Princess."

Nalan Lianyi, "..."

His Highness is really giving her face today, putting her first in everything, but she doesn't understand what Sister Yang means!

I'm so anxious!

Mo Ye understood their situation and took over the conversation at the right time.

"Seventh Brother, Seventh Sister-in-law, this is Miss Lu Qiao from the Lu family. She is well-educated, reasonable, and intelligent. I'm sure her doubts won't affect the wedding. Please listen to her."

Mo Yu nodded. Mo Ye's willingness to speak must have been with Jian Wu's consent.

"Miss Lu, please ask."

Lu Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. If Prince Ning hadn't spoken up, given the Seventh Prince's personality, he would probably have been punished, or even worse. She felt grateful to Prince Ning.

"Your Highness, you once requested an imperial decree to bring General Yang's daughter to the capital. You must have a close personal relationship with Miss Yang. Why is she not present today?"

Yang Jianwu was completely dumbfounded by this question, not because of the gift, but because the person she had been looking forward to fighting against in the household had turned out to be herself!

This is outrageous!

Unable to win Mo Yu's heart, Lu Qiao didn't target Mo Yu's new wife, but instead asked her friends to do it...

Li Leru's tricks, still involving self-destruction, are still terrible.

Mo Ye must have known first too!

Yang Jianwu glanced at Mo Ye, "You didn't even say a word!"

Mo Ye felt wronged. What he wanted to remind her was... "Squeak!" when no one was looking.

Yang Jianwu leaned back in anger! She remembered what the maid had told her—that she shouldn't listen to anything...

Mo Yu frowned slightly. If Lu Qiao was targeting Nalan Lianyi, he could pretend to be angry, after all, it was just acting.

He's really angry about Sword Dance now!

"How dare you! What my friends give me is none of your business!"

Lu Qiao bowed, "This humble woman dares not question, but is merely curious. Please enlighten me, Your Highness."