Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Yang Boshan was also very pleased. His daughter was like an infinite treasure; the more he explored her, the more astonishing she became. Her father said she was a chosen star, destined for greatness, and he wondered what earth-shattering things this girl would do in the future.

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The forest is always exceptionally dark at night, as if only darkness can conceal traces. The injured man moved his fingers, slowly got up and moved around a bit. He was still a little weak, but he was no longer in a state of complete exhaustion.

He slowly sat back down where he had been lying, opened his palm, and saw a pill wrapped in a leaf. Could taking two pills really cure internal injuries? That's a bit of an exaggeration.

After circulating my internal energy, I recovered most of it. One more pill should restore me completely. What's this woman's background? How does she possess such a powerful pill for treating internal injuries? No rush, I'll find out eventually. Right now, I need to quickly recover my strength.

Opening the dried rations left by the woman, hmm? Is this meat? The dark brown chunks smelled delicious. Taking a bite, they were chewy and had a wonderful texture. Delicious! How was this made?

He fumbled to open the water pouch and took a sip. Something must have been added to the water; it was sweet and salty, very thirst-quenching. His body finally felt normal again; he was truly alive. Looking back on last night, it all felt so unreal, yet the thing in his hand told him it was all true. He carefully felt the water pouch; there seemed to be a "Yang" mark on it—what a great clue…

The injured man took out a signal flare from his body and launched it into the sky... Moments later, two groups of people rushed in and started fighting as soon as they met. The two sides were evenly matched in number and strength.

When the enemy saw the man sitting on the ground, they tried to attack him, but the man used his internal force to pull them into his hand and tore them in two with his bare hands.

"Everyone be careful, the Palace Master of the Shamen Palace has recovered his inner strength—" Someone immediately warned upon seeing their companion killed.

Upon hearing that the Palace Master had recovered his inner strength, the members of the Shamen Sect were greatly encouraged and became even more ruthless in their actions.

Not long after, the other side was either dead or fled. The members of the Shamen Sect knelt down in front of the Palace Master and said, "Greetings, Palace Master. We are late and ask for your punishment."

Puyang Xuan, the master of the Shamen Palace, took the silk handkerchief handed to him by his subordinate and gently wiped the blood from his face, revealing a strikingly wicked and alluring face. He slowly stepped forward, his narrow phoenix eyes sweeping over the crowd with an undeniable air of authority, and asked in a magnetic voice, "Where is that bitch Yao Ji?"

Yuan Song, a trusted confidant, reported: "Your Majesty, after you were injured and went missing, Yao Ji died of poisoning."

"Hmph—" Puyang Xuan snorted coldly. Daring to poison him, death was too good for her. "Send someone to find that old bastard. He's the one who sent the person. Whether he arranged it or not, we have to get involved with him."

"Yes."

He handed the water bottle to Yuan Song and said, "Go and find out where this water bag came from."

Yuan Song accepted it with both hands: "Yes, Palace Master."

"Remember, do not damage it! Take it back the same way you took it!" Pu Yangxuan gave these instructions, worried that the water bag might be damaged.

Although Yuan Song didn't understand why the Palace Master valued this water pouch so much, he still agreed, "Yes, Palace Master."

Puyang Xuan followed the direction Yang Jianwu had taken a few steps, trying to see through the forest where she had gone. But there was only forest beyond forest, with no end in sight.

In the camp, Yang Jianwu couldn't sleep, so he went to the fire and took out a storybook from his spatial storage to read. When he came across something interesting, he would occasionally comment on it, and he was quite content.

Mo Ye knew that Yang Jianwu didn't want to see him either. Although he didn't understand why, it didn't stop him from secretly protecting her. Only after Yang Jianwu went back to rest did he feel at ease and go back to sleep.

It takes fifteen days to ride a horse from Anshun to Kyoto. Along the way, no matter how Mo Ye and Mo Yu tried to talk to Yang Jianwu, she responded politely and didn't let anyone find fault with her.

As they approached the capital, the group slowed their pace. With a day's journey still to go, they decided to book an inn to rest, have a good meal, and then head to the capital.

Because Yang Jianwu and two maids were women in the team, their rooms were all arranged on the top floor. Yang Jianwu felt sorry for her two maids and didn't let them serve her; they rested after their meal.

After riding horses for several days in a row, Yang Jianwu had developed blisters on the inside of his thighs, and soaking them in water was incredibly painful. His body was so exhausted that he needed a good soak; otherwise, who would endure such pain and suffering?

"Knock knock knock..." A knocking sound came from the door.

Yang Jianwu, unable to open the door while submerged in water, called out, "Who is it?"

“It’s me,” Mo Ye replied.

"Does Your Highness Prince Ning have something to say?" Yang Jianwu didn't know why he had come to see her, and since she didn't want to see him, she continued soaking in the water. Could he force his way in if she didn't open the door for him?

There's something I want to tell you.

"It's not convenient now, Your Highness Prince Ning, let's talk about it tomorrow," Yang Jianwu said leisurely, lying in the wooden tub.

Mo Ye thought for a moment and decided to try again. "It'll be too late tomorrow. I have to say it tonight."

Yang Jianwu didn't understand why Mo Ye had to find her at this time, and she was also afraid that something might have happened that would delay her. "Wait a moment."

"Splash~" The sound of water splashing came from inside the room. Only then did Mo Ye realize that Yang Jianwu was taking a bath. His heart pounded faster and his face flushed. This girl, doesn't she know to have a maid guard the door when she takes a bath? She's so carefree.

Before long, the door opened from the inside. Yang Jianwu put on her inner clothes and casually put on an outer garment. Her hair was still a little damp and hung down her back. Her skin, which had just taken a hot bath, was warm and particularly attractive.

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable at being stared at by Mo Ye, she asked, "Your Highness, what brings you here?"

Mo Ye snapped out of his reverie. "Ahem, is it convenient for us to go inside and talk?"

Yang Jianwu blocked the doorway and politely declined, saying, "I'm truly sorry, Your Highness, it's already late, and I'm afraid it's not convenient." Mo Ye was inwardly annoyed; he hadn't considered the situation.

"Do you have a curtain? Can we take it and go to the courtyard to talk?" This was a compromise that Mo Ye could think of. Whether he went to Xiao Wu'er's room or Xiao Wu'er went to his room, it would cause gossip.

Besides, Mo Yu is also in the team. If he and Xiao Wu'er are seen alone together, someone will definitely inform him.

"Alright, Your Highness, please wait a moment." Yang Jianwu went inside and put on a thicker cloak. Mu Li and Mo Ye then took the stairs from the other side to avoid the crowd and came to the courtyard.

The weather in the capital wasn't as hot as in Anshun; it was still a bit chilly at night, especially since Yang Jianwu had just finished bathing and felt a bit cold. "Your Highness, it's a bit cold at night. What is it you wish to tell me?"

Mo Ye also remembered that Yang Jianwu had just finished bathing and wanted to wrap her in a cloak, but Yang Jianwu cleverly avoided him.

"It's about Mo Yu." Mo Ye decided to tell Xiao Wu'er about what Mo Yu had been hiding in advance.