Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Chapter 334 Will You Be My Queen?

Lu Qiao slowly opened her eyes, only to find everything blurry before she could see her surroundings clearly after a while.

Where is she?

It looks like a bedroom...

Memories slowly returned, and I remembered!

Little Gold!! Snake!!

Her heart raced instantly, and she hurriedly sat up in bed, starting to search around her.

Fortunately, no snake was seen, which relieved Lu Qiao slightly.

"you're awake."

Mo Ye carried the bowl of medicine to the bedside, carefully scooped up a spoonful of medicine, blew on it, and tested the temperature—it was just right.

"The medicine prescribed by Xiao Wu'er is for calming the nerves."

He held the spoon to Lu Qiao's lips, and Lu Qiao finally came to her senses. She hurriedly took the soup bowl and said, "Thank you, Your Highness. I can do it myself."

While sipping the herbal medicine, he kept glancing around out of the corner of his eye.

"Your Highness, where is this place?"

Mo Ye replied calmly, "My bedchamber."

"puff--"

Lu Qiao spat out the medicine in her mouth and coughed incessantly from the choking.

"Cough~ cough~ cough~"

She inwardly groaned, "What a sin! How could I sleep on Prince Ning's bed?!"

That's so rude!!

Lu Qiao quickly apologized to Mo Ye: "Your Highness, I was unaware..."

Seeing this, Mo Ye gently patted Lu Qiao's back and comforted her, "Am I that scary?"

Lu Qiao stood there like a wooden statue, shaking her head blankly, muttering, "It's not scary..."

In her heart, however, she was screaming wildly, "He's a prince!"

She was formerly the legitimate daughter of a high-ranking official, so her status was fitting.

But now...

I'm just a helpless ordinary citizen now, how can I not be afraid?!

Although the two were somewhat acquainted through their shared love of swordsmanship, they were certainly not close enough to share a bed.

Sleeping in Prince Ning's bed, does that count as indirectly sharing a bed?!

Thinking of this, Lu Qiao's face flushed red instantly.

"Um... I don't know why I'm here. I'll leave now."

Lu Qiao struggled to get up, but Mo Ye reached out and pressed her back onto the bed.

"Your Highness..."

"Drink the medicine first."

"Oh……"

Lu Qiao was a little stunned. Looking at the bowl of medicine in front of her, she hesitated for a moment, but finally obediently picked up the bowl and drank it.

The medicine tasted extremely bitter, and she used to hate drinking such bitter medicine, but today, for some reason, she actually tasted a hint of sweetness in it.

It's an illusion! It must be an illusion!!

Lu Qiao told herself that it must be because she was too nervous.

She quickly finished her medicine in a few gulps, then handed the bowl to Mo Ye. Mo Ye took the bowl, casually placed it aside, and then suddenly said, "Lu Qiao, would you like to be my queen?"

"What??!!"

(???.???)????

Lu Qiao's eyes widened in shock, her face filled with disbelief.

Oh my god, is she suffering from some serious illness? She's even hallucinating!

"Your Highness Prince Ning, I didn't hear you clearly. Could you please repeat it?"

A sense of defeat washed over Mo Ye. Had he made a mistake by choosing Lu Qiao as his princess consort...?

Lu Qiao carefully observed Mo Ye's expression, secretly wondering why Prince Ning seemed a little unhappy.

After hesitating for a moment, he still spoke softly, "Your Highness?"

"..."

"Your Highness??"

"..."

Mo Ye took a deep breath, composed himself, and then slowly said, "Would you like to be my queen?"

Lu Qiao was completely stunned, "..."

It wasn't just my imagination!

She stared wide-eyed at Mo Ye in disbelief, momentarily at a loss for words.

It took her a while to come to her senses, and she hurriedly said, "Your Highness Prince Ning... I am no longer the legitimate daughter of the Minister's household..."

Her voice trembled slightly, her heart filled with unease and inferiority. Without status or position, what could she offer him as a support?

"I do not need a marriage alliance to consolidate my position."

Mo Ye already knew what Lu Qiao was thinking. He smiled slightly and said, "Little Wu'er said that the greatest support is always yourself!"

Lu Qiao was taken aback, not expecting Mo Ye to say such a thing.

Thinking of Mo Ye's relationship with Jian Wu, she said, "But...don't you like Jian Wu?"

After much hesitation, Lu Qiao finally couldn't help but ask, her voice tinged with an undisguised bitterness.

Outsiders might just see them as fellow disciples, but she, as someone close to him, could see clearly that His Highness Prince Ning absolutely loved sword dancing.

"That was once."

Mo Ye made no attempt to hide anything; having made his choice, he was determined to treat everyone with sincerity.

……

"Do you know that he knows I have a cleanliness obsession? In order to balance my feelings, he actually suggested that I marry someone first, get a divorce, and then be with him!"

“I saw his efforts, and I struggled with my thoughts about his past for a long time before I finally convinced myself to accept him.”

"You have your place, you are a good prince! If you want to stand at the highest position, I am willing to help you, to gain Dongli, to govern Dongli, and to enrich Dongli!"

……

Recalling Xiao Wu'er's promise, a subtle smile appeared on her lips.

"Xiao Wu'er will only ever be my junior sister."

Lu Qiao still harbored doubts, "Then why me?"

There are clearly many more suitable women, is it just because she is a friend of Jianwu?

Mo Ye's tone was firm and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Because you are the one who pleases me the most."

Whether or not he ascends to the supreme throne, his marriage will become the focus of attention throughout the court and the country.

Rather than marrying a treacherous princess, it's better to choose someone who is most compatible with you.

And Lu Qiao was the most suitable candidate in his eyes.

He knew Lu Qiao well and his feelings for her weren't too bad.

Lu Qiao was once the legitimate daughter of the Minister's family, so her manners and upbringing were naturally impeccable.

In addition, having a close friend like Jianwu as her family member undoubtedly gave her the greatest support and backing.

"!!!"

Hearing Mo Ye's straightforward words, Lu Qiao was flattered.

So...do you agree?

"I……"

Mo Ye looked at Lu Qiao quietly, his gaze gentle and profound, without urging her, patiently waiting for an answer.

Lu Qiao was at a loss for what to do and instinctively gripped the corner of the blanket tightly.

After a long while, she finally mustered her courage and stammered, "I'm willing to give it a try... If Your Highness ever feels that I'm not suitable..."

Hearing Lu Qiao's words, Mo Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had been quite worried that Lu Qiao would reject him.

"That day will never come, believe me, Joel!"

Lu Qiao, “…”

I suddenly remembered what Jianwu once said: most men are big pigs, they can spout sweet words without thinking, you have to stay sober at all times, and you can't trust any promises they make...

So... can we believe it?!