Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

"Close combat? That won't do!" Mo Ye objected immediately.

"Forehead?"

Mo Ye felt he had overreacted and explained, "What I meant was that it's easy to be at a disadvantage in close combat."

Yang Jianwu waved his hand, "I know what I'm doing. It's others who will suffer losses, hehe."

Mo Ye was unsure whether Yang Jianwu was feigning ignorance or genuinely didn't understand his meaning, and felt somewhat embarrassed and annoyed. "Little Wu'er, you are a woman, and you are easily taken advantage of in close combat."

Yang Jianwu was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter. Seeing that Mo Ye's expression was a bit off, she tried to cover her mouth to stop laughing, but she couldn't help laughing for a while before stopping. "Well, don't mind me, we've never fought in close combat, so you probably don't know who's at a disadvantage. There are only a few masters of internal energy in this world."

Mo Ye's face turned both dark and red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. "Then shall we have a fight?"

Because of the previous incident where her clothes were shattered, Yang Jianwu instinctively felt a bit of unease towards Mo Ye. She rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment, "Fighting isn't out of the question, but you can't use your internal energy."

Mo Ye genuinely wanted to teach this girl a lesson. "Fine."

Having received Mo Ye's assurance, Yang Jianwu put away her playful demeanor, took out a pair of thin latex gloves from her sleeve, put them on, gestured for him to proceed, and then attacked Mo Ye.

Mo Ye didn't know what Yang Jianwu was wearing, but he felt that her hands seemed to have darkened considerably. When Yang Jianwu attacked, he began to respond. He initially thought Yang Jianwu's moves were just fancy footwork, but after a few rounds, he took her seriously and became increasingly alarmed. Yang Jianwu's attacks were cunning; her punches seemed weak, but they really hurt when they landed.

His previous thought of "teaching this girl a lesson" was completely forgotten; now, he only wanted to deal with her with all his might. Mo Ye felt the pain in his body gradually increasing. Even though they were evenly matched, he hadn't even been able to touch Xiao Wu'er's clothes, which was too embarrassing. In the end, Yang Jianwu finished him off with a perfect over-the-shoulder throw.

Yang Jianwu took off her gloves and gave Mo Ye a victory sign. Only then did Mo Ye get a good look at Yang Jianwu's hands, which were slender and round. Martial artists usually have calluses on their hands, but hers were so smooth and delicate!

Mo Ye lay on the ground, unable to get up, recalling Yang Jian's moves. She hadn't gained any advantage whatsoever. Well, that was reassuring. Her moves were suited for the battlefield; for true close combat, who taught her that? Yang Jianjun seemed more adept at mounted combat. "Who taught you martial arts?"

Seeing that Mo Ye was not getting up, Yang Jianwu wanted to help him up, but when Mo Ye asked her a question, she stopped herself. "The more you know, the faster you will die. I'm doing this for your own good, so you'd better not ask."

Seeing that Yang Jianwu had withdrawn his hand, Mo Ye simply lay on the ground and refused to get up. He changed the subject, "Judging from your casual attitude, why would you wear protective gear when you're fighting?"

Yang Jianwu waved the latex gloves in her hand. "This?"

"Ah."

“These are gloves, to protect your hands. I am a doctor, and calluses on my fingers would affect my ability to take a pulse. Besides, General Yang’s daughter has a ruined reputation and is uneducated. How could she have calluses on her hands from practicing martial arts?” Yang Jianwu didn’t care about belittling herself at all.

Mo Ye's smile widened. Yes, to outsiders, it would be good enough if General Yang's daughter could find someone to marry. He secretly rejoiced that he had gone to Yunzhi and met the real her.

"It's cold and the dew is heavy at night. Your Highness will easily catch a cold if you lie on the ground. Please get up," Yang Jianwu reminded him when she saw that Mo Ye was still not getting up.

"Ouch, it hurts when I move. Can you help me up?" Mo Ye had just gotten up halfway when he immediately lay back down and reached out his hand to Yang Jianwu.

Hidden in the shadows, Hong Feng and Hong Yun were utterly astonished. What did they see? The gentle and refined Prince Ning was actually throwing a tantrum!

Yang Jianwu tilted her head and watched Mo Ye shouting. Was this really the same person as Ye Ning, who had been targeting her before?! She walked over to Mo Ye, wanting to kick him and let him experience what real pain was, but considering his status as a prince, she decided not to cause trouble for her father. Instead, she twisted Mo Ye's arm with her hand.

Seeing Xiao Wu'er squat down, still happily waiting to be helped up, Mo Ye gasped in pain from the pain in his arm. Meeting Yang Jianwu's half-smiling gaze, he thought... "Was my acting really that bad?"

"Your Highness Prince Ning, I hate being wronged the most. If I am wronged, I will definitely find out the truth. That's what it really hurts!" With that, she pinched Mo Ye's waist again when he was not paying attention, and then gracefully got up and left.

Mo Ye was in even more pain this time than before. This girl was really ruthless. Why did he feel like he was enjoying it? Did he really like being beaten? It felt good to be beaten by this girl.

With my hands behind my head, gazing at the starry sky, I wandered around like a drunkard. I never thought the world was beautiful until I met you.

The following day, the two princes led their entourage back to the capital. Yang Boshan saw them off at Shili Pavilion before leaving, while Yang Jianwu, dressed in men's clothing, rode alongside the army for convenience.

Mo Yu felt like last night was a dream, a nightmare. Why wouldn't Wu'er want to be his queen?

They made a promise… Oh, I remember now, he didn't seem to keep his promise… But isn't it abnormal for a man to have multiple wives and concubines? Why does Wu'er care so much… Yes, she wants only one… Shouldn't women be subject to the three obediences and four virtues… How could I forget again, Wu'er is different…

Perhaps after returning to the capital, he could report to his father... Wouldn't his mother be even more heartbroken...? He had already quarreled with his mother because of his father's arrangements... Mother, Wu'er, why can't you understand me for a moment...? Wu'er, you can promise me, right...?

Mo Yu was in a daze all day. As the sun set and the afterglow cast overlapping shadows on the ground, he suppressed his resentment and rode his horse to Yang Jianwu's side. "Wu'er, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Yang Jianwu was helpless. The towns on the border were relatively far away, and it was rare for him to arrive at the post station in time tonight, so how could he possibly eat whatever he wanted...

Upon hearing this, Mo Ye spurred his horse to Yang Jianwu's other side. "Little Wu'er, we'll be camping for tonight not far ahead. Hongfeng and Hongyun have already gone hunting pheasants."

"Little Wu'er? Sixth Brother, how can you call her that?" Mo Yu was filled with jealousy. When did he and Wu'er become so close!

Mo Ye was unsure whether Mo Yu knew about the relationship between the Ghost Doctor and Xiao Wu'er. While he was pondering, he heard Yang Jianwu reply, "His Highness Prince Ning said that I have good potential and wants to introduce me to his master. After I formally become his disciple, he will be my senior brother. There is nothing wrong with addressing him this way."

Mo Yu felt a little annoyed. "You haven't officially become my apprentice yet. Calling me that will damage your reputation."

Yang Jianwu retorted directly, "My reputation is already bad, so I don't care about one more. But Seventh Prince, you'd better not get too close to me, lest it affect your future selection of consorts."