Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

"Hmm? What's wrong with Mo Yu?" Although Mo Yu was a little down on the way, he didn't seem to be feeling unwell.

When Mo Ye heard Yang Jianwu call Mo Yu by his name, he assumed she still cared about him, and felt a pang in his chest. "You still care about him, don't you?"

Yang Jianwu sensed a hint of sourness in Mo Ye's tone... What's wrong with this Prince Ning? When did she ever show concern for Mo Yu? He was going to tell her about Mo Yu, shouldn't she ask Mo Yu what happened...?

"Letting it go is letting it go. Your Highness is overthinking it."

"Am I overthinking things?" If Yang Jianwu knew what Prince Ning was thinking, she would definitely tell him that he wasn't overthinking, but rather that he was thinking far too much.

When you fall in love with someone, hormones surge, leading to fantasies, a loss of rationality, and a dulling of thought. The once intelligent and rational Prince Ning has now been forced to "lower his intelligence," unable to rationally consider matters concerning Yang Jianwu.

"If you insist on saying it that way, then so be it." Yang Jianwu said helplessly, feeling a little chilly. She didn't want to catch a cold, so she urged Mo Ye, "Your Highness, what exactly do you want to say to me?"

Mo Ye was unsure whether to tell her the truth, fearing she still had feelings for Mo Yu and wouldn't be able to accept it; but if he didn't... after arriving in the capital... he took a deep breath, "Father has already issued an edict, bestowing Li Leru from the Li family of Prime Minister Li upon Mo Yu as his principal wife, and the wedding date is the sixth day of next month."

Although Yang Jianwu had prepared herself, she still felt a slight emptiness in her heart after hearing Mo Ye's words. There was no pain, as if she had completely let go. "Oh, is that so? Thank you for informing me, Your Highness."

Mo Yu, this is what you've been hiding from me, isn't it? Hehe, that's great. Lately, I've been thinking that breaking up with you just because you don't want me to be your only partner would be unfair to you. Now it seems this arrangement is perfect. You've found someone, and I can continue to roam freely.

Yang Jianwu walked back cheerfully, while Mo Ye was completely bewildered. She seemed very happy? Shouldn't she be sad? Wait a minute, there's something I haven't asked yet. Why did she leave after only a few words?

"Little Wu'er, don't go yet, there's something else." Mo Ye quickly called her back.

Yang Jianwu asked curiously, "Is there anything else, Your Highness Prince Ning?"

Mo Ye hesitated for a moment, "Um, Xiao Wu'er, I feel like there's a bit of distance between us when you talk to me."

Yang Jianwu thought to herself, "Hmm, you're right. They're all big jerks, what's there to say?" But she maintained her respectful demeanor and said, "Your Highness, you're too sensitive. I was ignorant and acted rashly and rudely before, and I offended you. I'm just following the rules of conduct for women of Dongli."

It would be strange if Mo Ye believed her. He watched her spout nonsense helplessly. "You don't need to act like this in front of me."

Yang Jianwu quickly shook her head, "That won't do. If someone sees us, they'll say I'm rude, and it will implicate my father."

Mo Ye had an urge to pick this girl up and beat her. She even brought up General Yang. How convenient. She was clearly trying to sever ties with him. "Little Wu'er, didn't you tell Mo Yu that Tie Lao Hui would take you as his disciple? Aren't we fellow disciples?"

Is this what they call "lifting a rock only to drop it on one's own foot"?!

"You did this on purpose..." Yang Jianwu couldn't understand what Prince Ning was trying to do. Wasn't it wrong for her to keep her distance from him? They had no relationship whatsoever...

"Yes, I did it on purpose. I don't want to keep my distance from you. I want to be closer to you, even closer. Ever since you and Mo Yu publicly stated that it's impossible for us to be together, I've been questioning my own feelings. What's wrong with you... I miss you when I can't see you... I wonder what you're angry about when you're unhappy... I miss the way you used to be." Mo Ye blurted out his thoughts in one breath. If he didn't, Yang Jianwu's serious attitude would drive him crazy.

"Gah..." Was this a confession? Wait a minute, wasn't this guy always targeting her? Had he changed his personality, or was he plotting something? She looked at Mo Ye suspiciously, "Your Highness, Prince Ning, have you... taken the wrong medicine?"

"Little Wu'er, I..." Mo Ye hurriedly explained when he saw that Yang Jianwu did not believe him.

"Achoo!" Before he could even speak, Yang Jianwu's sneeze interrupted him. "I'm sorry, Your Highness Ning." After all I'm doing, how can you still have the nerve to continue chatting with me...?

Mo Ye felt guilty for letting Yang Jianwu get cold. Really, why couldn't they have talked things out slowly instead of bringing it up now! Little Wu'er had just finished bathing; what if she got cold? "I'm sorry, Little Wu'er, I'll take you home first, and we can talk another day."

Unable to bear Mo Ye's attitude any longer, Yang Jianwu bowed and fled back to her room. She had just sneezed; she hoped she hadn't actually caught a cold. She took out a packet of herbal medicine to prepare; having gotten used to Anshun, she had forgotten that summer evenings in Beijing could still be quite cool.

The next day, a group of people officially entered the capital. Yang Jianwu did not want to be too conspicuous, so she did not travel with the group. She asked for a waist token and waited until the main group entered the palace before she leisurely entered the city with her maid. After walking two streets, she felt the strong atmosphere of life. Teahouses and pavilions set up bustling commercial markets, shoe and hat shops, clothing shops, stalls selling all kinds of accessories, and all sorts of trinkets. The market was crowded and bustling, with boats racing, and the atmosphere was full of laughter and vitality.

After wandering around for most of the way, Yang Jianwu sighed inwardly. Although the capital city was the capital of Dongli, it was still the most comfortable place in Yunzhi. The roads in the capital city were quite large for Dongli. People who had seen the height of the Five Sacred Mountains would only see ordinary hills as mounds.

Upon arriving at the palace gate, they presented their waist tokens and were led the way by palace maids arranged by Mo Yu.

Regardless of the era, the iconic yellow glazed tiles always gleam. Layer upon layer of Qin and Han dynasty bricks and tiles, purple pillars and golden beams, exude unparalleled luxury. The golden roofs and red doors of the palaces, with their antique charm, always evoke a sense of solemnity. Looking up at the gentle spring breeze, I hear the mournful cries of a hundred birds.

After walking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, we arrived at a courtyard with a somewhat desolate entrance. This was Consort Qi's palace, which had remained serene for over a decade. Stepping into the inner courtyard, the atmosphere was tranquil and elegant. Compared to the revelry and vying for favor in the harem, this place was a secluded paradise free from worldly desires.

"Yang Xi, you've arrived." A woman in her early thirties approached, her skin as white as snow, her lips tinged with a bluish-purple, and even with lip rouge to conceal them, a hint of illness was still visible. Her eyes were like pools of clear water, and with each glance, she possessed an elegant and refined air that captivated all who looked upon her. She wore a blue brocade dress with a floral pattern, and a light blue silk undergarment embroidered with plum blossoms in dark blue thread, extending from the hem of the dress to her waist, adding to her aloof and serene demeanor. Over this, she wore a white sheer gauze robe.

Yang Jianwu did not bow, but stepped forward and gave her a big hug, "Your Majesty, I've come."

Qifei hugged Yang Jianwu back, "It's so good that you're here."