Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Yang Jianwu took the message off Yingbao's leg, quickly glanced at it, and a contemptuous smile appeared on her lips. She then waved the note in her hand at Master Konghui.

"Guess how Emperor Dongli will deal with the Grand Tutor's Mansion and Nangong Fu?"

A sly glint flashed in Yang Jianwu's eyes as she looked at Master Konghui with a half-smile.

Master Konghui smiled and said, "It is an indisputable fact that the Purple Palace is shifting and Mars is guarding the heart. Even without the lightning strike, the Grand Tutor's Mansion would have perished in at most two years."

"Two years is too long. In my opinion, villains don't survive more than three episodes."

When Emperor Dongli ordered the sealing of the Grand Tutor's residence, he discovered correspondence that revealed many secrets of the Dongli royal family.

The evidence of the Grand Tutor's Mansion's collusion with the Southern Yue is irrefutable; they deserve to die.

Yang Jianwu tilted her head and stared at Kong Hui's bald head, suddenly feeling a bit like learning how to stargaze...

Being able to predict the future seems pretty impressive.

Unlike her, if she wants to know something, she has to send someone to investigate, and sometimes it takes a long time to find out the truth about something.

Not only is time wasted during this process, but human and financial resources are also indispensable.

Master Konghui can tell just by looking at the sky, tsk tsk~~ Saves money, time, and effort~

How wonderful!

Just as Yang Jianwu was lost in thought, Master Konghui felt a little uncomfortable under her direct gaze. "Young friend Yang?"

He's so old, being stared at by a young girl...it's so embarrassing...

Master Konghui coughed lightly, trying to divert Yang Jianwu's attention.

No one answered...

"Young friend??"

No one answered...

Master Konghui, "..."

Yang Jianwu, with a mischievous thought in mind, pretended not to hear and teased, "Master Konghui's cultivation is not enough! It is said that a high monk's heart is like still water, but yours is like rippling waves."

Master Konghui looked embarrassed. "Young friend, please don't tease this old monk..."

Okay, no more joking.

Yang Jianwu's smile vanished, and her face gradually hardened with frost.

"Then tell me about Nangong Fu's fate."

Nangong Fu always carried deadly Gu worms soaked in poison, and she even used Gu on Mo Ye twice in an attempt to fabricate the truth. Her intentions are despicable!

Master Konghui poured Yang Jianwu a cup of tea.

"Young friend Yang is simple and unpretentious, with a pure and gentle heart. Do not let irrelevant people disturb your peace of mind."

Yang Jianwu crumpled the paper into a ball in her palm, then released it, and the paper turned into dust and scattered.

“Nangong Fu has brought Gu worms into Dongli without permission, which violates the treaty between the two countries. She will remain in the palace for the time being, pending a reply from the King of Nanyue.”

Emperor Dongli's decision seemed to be quite lenient towards Nangong Fu, but in reality, it was out of concern for a conflict with Nanyue, which is why he chose to endure it for the time being.

In the eyes of the King of Nanyue, this might have been a sign of weakness.

"The Emperor of Dongli is benevolent, but the Southern Yue may not appreciate it."

"Amitabha Buddha, Your Majesty's great wish for peace throughout the world is a blessing for the people."

Yang Jianwu disagreed, stating bluntly, "Seeking peace will only inflate the ambitions of the Southern Yue people. If we truly want to benefit the people, we must let Dongli stand at the top and no longer be constrained by others."

Master Konghui smiled and said, "Don't you have a young friend in Dongli? If you are really in trouble, how can you stand idly by?"

Yang Jianwu said solemnly, "I only want to live a peaceful life with my family. If Dongli is in trouble, I can stand up for him, but the throne must be passed on to Prince Ning, Moye."

Firstly, Emperor Dongli has an outstanding political record and has been on the throne for a long time, so her advice as a mere subject would certainly not be taken seriously.

Secondly, her reputation in Dongli isn't great either. If she wants to convince people, she'll need to spend more time clearing her name. Putting in the effort might not be worthwhile, so she won't do that.

Most importantly, Emperor Dongli once plotted against her, and although she failed, she would not rush to help someone who had schemed against her.

She and Mo Ye knew each other inside and out, and they were from the same lineage.

Only when Mo Ye sits on the highest throne can she rest easy.

Otherwise, all that we have worked so hard to protect will not bring true peace.

After a moment's consideration, Master Konghui began, "Young friend Yang hopes that this old monk will propose to His Majesty..."

Emperor Dongli's favorite child is Mo Yu, born to Luo Qi. He has always considered making Mo Yu the crown prince, but Luo Qi stopped him in the past. Now...

Well, let's wait and see. Maybe the Emperor Dongli's heart will change.

Yang Jianwu stopped Master Konghui from saying what he was about to say, "Let nature take its course for now. If His Majesty insists on going his own way, we would like to ask Master Konghui to come out of seclusion."

Master Konghui nodded solemnly, "Okay."

Yang Jianwu raised her teacup to Master Konghui, and the two reached a verbal agreement.

*

The Seventh Prince's Residence

Since Nalan Lianyi became pregnant, the Seventh Prince's residence has been isolated like a paradise, and the bloodshed and turmoil of the Grand Tutor's residence has not reached here at all.

As the first rays of dawn broke through the darkness, Mo Yu quietly put on his clothes and got up.

Nalan Lianyi suffered severe morning sickness during the night, and it took her until the third watch of the night to finally rest. Now she was curled up in her brocade quilt, fast asleep, her long, dark blue hair covering the pillow.

He peered through the gauze curtain at her slightly furrowed brows, his fingertips lightly tracing her slightly protruding belly, before turning and instructing the maid to bring over the medicine for preventing miscarriage that was simmering on the silver charcoal stove.

The head maid, holding a celadon jar, said worriedly, "Your Highness, these candied plums were pickled according to your instructions, but I don't know if they will suit the Princess's taste?"

Mo Yu nodded and took it, picking up an amber-colored candied fruit and putting it in his mouth. It was sweet and sour, and he hoped Lianyi would like it.

"Put it on the bedside table and wait for the princess to wake up to try it. It's always good if she can eat something."

Ever since Lianyi started having morning sickness, she can't stand any strange smells, even the fragrance of flowers makes her nauseous, and she couldn't even attend the Spring Banquet.

"Your Highness, the medicine has arrived."

The maid brought in the medicine to help with the pregnancy. He had already added nardostachys jatamansi and dried tangerine peel to the medicine soup. This was an ancient prescription that he had searched through medical books to find.

"Ah."

Mo Yu scooped out a few plums to keep on hand, so Lianyi could eat them directly after finishing her medicine.

"Ah Ye... what's that smell?"

The gauze curtains stirred slightly, and Nalan Lianyi was awakened by the scent of sour plums. Before she even opened her eyes, she felt a warm hand supporting the back of her neck.

"Slow down."

Mo Yu helped Nalan Lianyi up and then placed a soft pillow behind her back.

"These are freshly pickled plums. I got the recipe from Huashuiyuefang. They smell pretty good, sweet and sour and refreshing. I'll try some after I finish my medicine."

Upon hearing that the recipe was supplied by Huashuiyuefang, Nalan Lianyi thought of Yang Jianwu, "It's been a long time since I've seen Sister Yang. I wonder what she's been busy with lately?"

"Jianwu happens to be in the capital these days. I'll have someone pass on a message later to see if she has time to come to the manor."

Nalan Lianyi nodded vigorously, "Mmm-hmm-hmm."

She had few friends in Dongli, and the noble ladies associated with her only because of her status as a princess.

None of them could tell the truth...

Mo Yu is now spoiling Nalan Lianyi rotten, carefully bringing the medicine bowl to her lips.

"Sweetie, drink your medicine first."

The dark brown medicinal liquid swayed in the celadon bowl, and the rising steam carried the mixed aroma of aged tree bark and decaying earth...

Nalan Lianyi's face scrunched up; she tried several times but didn't have the courage to drink it.

It was only after Mo Yu repeatedly persuaded him that he reluctantly swallowed the medicine.