Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Chapter 315 Getting a Haircut

"You can become a killer without crying or making a fuss? Doesn't he think you're just scared out of your wits?"

Why don't you think it's because I've always been brave since I was a child?

How old were you back then?

"She can sit and crawl but not walk, so she must be about one year old."

A one-year-old child...

Yang Jianwu hesitated for a moment, then chose to tell the truth rather than the lie.

"Children of this age express their emotions through crying and laughing. Based on your description, they must have been crying very intensely at the time."

Puyang Xuan protested, sobbing, "So, I was scared out of my wits back then?"

"more or less."

"Sword Dance, you must have evidence to support your words..."

"My words are the evidence!"

One of the rules of a good man's love for his wife: whatever his wife says goes.

"Sword Dance is right."

Yang Jianwu stared at Puyang Xuan's forehead, which gradually overlapped with Nalan Lianyi's forehead.

The more they look, the more they look like each other!

No, we absolutely have to get them a DNA test to confirm!

"Oh! Ah Xuan, you have gray hair!"

Puyang Xuan sat up abruptly, rubbing his head haphazardly.

"Where? Where?"

He's already older than Jianwu, and with his gray hair, won't Jianwu find him repulsive?

"Don't worry, I'll pull it out for you."

The best samples for paternity testing are blood or oral swabs. Hair can also be used, but it must contain the hair follicle. Cut hair or naturally shed hair does not contain the hair follicle and cannot be used for testing.

Yang Jianwu stood up and casually rummaged through Pu Yangxuan's hair with one hand. To ensure that the hair still had follicles, she pulled out two hairs at a time and put them into her space.

With his other hand, he conjured a long gray and white wig from his spatial storage, quickly plucked out a strand, and took it out.

"Hey, take a look."

Puyang Xuan looked at the gray wig and felt a little flustered. "Jianwu, will you not want me anymore?"

"what?"

"I have gray hair, am I getting old...?"

Yang Jianwu was both amused and exasperated, and awkwardly comforted the person, "Your hair isn't that white. It's normal for a person to have one or two white hairs. Just eat more black foods."

"Okay, starting today, I'm going to eat black beans every day!"

"Um...no need..."

“It’s necessary! We’re not married yet, and I don’t want to look much older than you because of my white hair.”

"It's really unnecessary. Eating too many black beans can cause indigestion, increase the burden on the stomach and kidneys, and trigger gout and elevated uric acid levels..."

Men, in particular, should not consume this product for extended periods.

Black beans contain soy isoflavones, a type of phytoestrogen that can counteract male androgens, potentially causing symptoms such as decreased libido and weakened sexual function in men.

"A normal diet is fine."

Puyang Xuan didn't understand some of the words, but that didn't stop him from obediently doing as instructed.

"Everyone should listen to the sword dance."

"So good~"

I've got Ah Xuan's hair, now I need to find an opportunity to get Lianyi's. We just met yesterday, what excuse should I use?

West Hall of the Seventh Prince's Residence.

Nalan Lianyi sat on the swing, swaying in the afternoon sun, feeling utterly bored.

"Your Highness, the gatekeeper has sent word that Songyin, the maidservant of General Yang's daughter, requests an audience..."

Before the maid Mengge could finish her report, Nalan Lianyi interrupted her.

"Is it my sister who needs me? Please come in!"

Dongli values ​​etiquette, and the maids in the mansion are trained to be rigid and inflexible. It's better to have the people around my sister.

Songyin entered the courtyard, curtsied, and said with a smile, "Greetings, Your Highness. My young lady received some fine items today, and thinking Your Highness would surely like them, she specially ordered me to deliver them."

As he spoke, he took out several exquisite little boxes from his carrying case.

Nalan Lianyi immediately recognized the Jubaozhai logo on the box and exclaimed happily, "Wow, it's a Jubaozhai item! Even the box is inlaid with a layer of glass!"

Meng Ge opened the boxes one by one; they were all filled with glass ornaments, all exquisitely crafted.

Songyin took out one of the gilded cloisonné peony hairpins, saying, "These were custom-made by the craftsmen based on a design personally drawn by my young lady."

Nalan Lianyi carefully took the hairpin, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

Made primarily of translucent glass, the five layers of glass petals conceal a thumb-sized pearl, while concentric patterns are inlaid on the azure body, resembling a galaxy falling onto a hairpin.

The royal family of Xipan was rife with intrigue and backstabbing, and few people were truly sincere towards her and her brother. She thought she would be all alone when she came to Dongli, but luckily she met her sister.

"Thank you so much, sister! Please thank you for me!"

"Mengge, try it on me."

"Yes, slaves obey."

Meng Ge took the hairpin and examined it carefully, saying, "Your Highness, this glass hairpin is crystal clear. Your headdress is mostly made of gold, so it won't stand out when worn in your hair."

"Then let's take it off first, it was a gift from Sister Dai."

"Yes, princess."

Just as Meng Ge removed Nalan Lianyi's headdress, a guard outside the courtyard announced, "The Princess Consort of the Eastern Palace has arrived."

Nalan Lianyi did not get up to greet her; the two were not familiar with each other, so there was no need to try to get close.

Songyin reluctantly bowed to Li Leru along with the maids, wishing they had done so at a different time.

"What is my little sister busy with?"

Li Leru walked in with the airs of a deputy mistress, and her eyes lit up when she saw the brocade box on the stone table.

"Wow, what a beautiful glass hairpin."

Nalan Lianyi gave a fake smile, "I have no sisters, Your Highness, please don't try to claim kinship with me."

“We all serve His Highness, so aren’t we sisters?”

"It is I who serve His Highness, not the Princess Consort."

I've heard that since their marriage, the Princess and His Highness have never stayed overnight in the East Palace.

Therefore, I am the only one serving Your Highness.

Li Leru almost lost her composure, but remembering her purpose for today, she suppressed her anger.

"Sister, don't listen to people's nonsense. If His Highness didn't stay overnight, how could my handkerchief have been delivered to the palace?"

Nalan Lianyi felt a dull pain in her heart. If she had known that the Seventh Prince was already married, why would she still feel so sad?

Then she thought of how Mo Yu was taking care of her, and felt at peace.

"Your Highness is merely going through the motions for the palace inspection. Are you still so proud of yourself?"

Hehe~ If I were you, I would have hidden my face long ago.

Song Yin gave Nalan Lianyi a thumbs up in her heart. She didn't expect that Princess Nalan, who looked so delicate and weak, would be such a tough nut to crack when she got going.

Li Leru barely suppressed the urge to slap someone, "Is my little sister going to try on a glass hairpin?"

"What a coincidence! My maid Xiangwan is excellent at styling hair; why don't we have her style my sister's hair?"

Xiang Wan received a signal from Li Leru, pushed Meng Ge aside, and took the comb from Meng Ge's hand.

"Let me do the princess's makeup; I guarantee she will be satisfied."

Nalan Lianyi had a problem with Li Leru, but the servants were just following orders, so she didn't make things difficult for Xiangwan anymore.

"That's fine."

Xiang Wan breathed a sigh of relief. She had come with a mission today. If Nalan Lianyi didn't let her touch it, she would inevitably be punished when she got back.

It must be said that Xiang Wan's cooking skills are indeed excellent.

Her hair was adorned with only a single gilded peony hairpin, without any other ornaments, like a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without any artifice.