Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

The hall fell silent for a moment. Everyone could see clearly that it was this Miss Yang who had struck the head maid earlier, and now no one dared to argue with her.

Knowing she couldn't confront Yang Jianwu directly, the maidservant timidly said to Nalan Lianyi, "Your Highness, this medicine was truly ordered by His Highness. If you don't drink it, I won't know how to explain it..."

Yang Jianwu held a silver needle to the maid's neck; the needle's tip gleamed sharply, exuding a menacing aura.

"If you dare to utter another word, you'll never speak again!"

The maid trembled with fright, her face turning pale. She lowered her head and retreated to the side. After Yang Jianwu and the others left, she quietly slipped out when no one was looking...

*

The Seventh Prince's Residence Garden

The three figures slowly emerged from the moon gate amidst the interplay of light and shadow. At first, it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, but after a few more steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

The dappled sunlight of spring filters through the wisteria trellis, like lively sprites, leaping and playing among the pale purple flower spikes;

The newly sprouted vines, full of vitality, meandered upwards along the green tiles and white walls;

Pale purple flower spikes cascade down like a waterfall; a gentle breeze causes them to sway softly, like flowing purple waves, releasing a subtle, lingering fragrance…

"I never expected the wisteria in the Seventh Prince's residence to be blooming so profusely."

Sword Dance's eyes sparkled with surprise as she hurried through the dreamlike waterfall of flowers, letting the blossoms brush against her forehead. In the gentle fragrance, her mood, which had been weighing on her for half a day, was soothed.

Nalan Lianyi followed behind, and became slightly out of breath after taking a few steps.

Yang Jianwu noticed her unusual behavior and quickly took out a glucose bottle from the food box. She walked quickly to Nalan Lianyi's side and said, "You haven't been eating much these past few days. Drink some sugar water to replenish your energy."

Nalan Lianyi opened her mouth slightly and drank it. The faint sweetness melted in her mouth, and she seemed to wake up instantly.

"Is sugar water really that amazing?! I feel much better now."

Yang Jianwu took the empty bottle with a gentle smile on her face. "The sugar water inside is specially made, with some ingredients added that are beneficial to your health."

I've prepared plenty for you. Remember to have a trustworthy maid fetch it from Huashuiyuefang every two days.

"I will do whatever my sister tells me to do."

Yang Jianwu then took out the modified folic acid tablets and calcium tablets, and gave instructions on how to take them and precautions. Nalan Lianyi listened attentively, nodding in response from time to time.

"It's strange, I haven't had much of an appetite these days, just eating plain porridge. But after strolling around the garden with you, I'm actually a little hungry now."

Nalan Lianyi rubbed her empty stomach, looking somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Jianwu's eyes flashed with joy, and she quickly said, "It's good that you're hungry, it means you're healthy. Stop taking those dark, pregnancy-preserving medicines for now."

The system didn't detect any poison, which means the medicine itself is fine. However, medicine can interact negatively with other substances, and she can't be by Nalan Lianyi's side all the time, so it's best to be cautious.

After all, Li Leru is still in the mansion. Who knows if she might secretly cause trouble? A woman's jealousy is unpredictable.

When Lu Qiao heard Nalan Lianyi say she was hungry, she suddenly remembered the stinky tofu in the food box. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled and said, "Lianyi, what would you like to eat? I'll have someone prepare it."

"Sword Dance and I just happened to have made something. Let me borrow the small kitchen in the manor to prepare some for you to try."

"Want to eat..."

Nalan Lianyi's voice gradually lowered. She had not seen her mother since getting married, and now that she was pregnant, she missed her even more.

"I want to eat the flower cakes my mother makes, with sweet fresh flowers in the filling and a crispy, crumbly texture... I haven't had them in so long..."

As she spoke, Nalan Lianyi's eyes gradually welled up with tears, and she felt an urge to cry.

Yang Jianwu had heard that pregnancy-related mood swings were common, and this was just like the rain in June – it could come down at any moment.

She gently stepped forward, took Nalan Lianyi's hand, and comforted her, "Although we don't have the flower cakes you've been longing for right now, I can make similar wisteria flower cakes."

"Wisteria flower cakes??"

Nalan Lianyi, "..."

Looking at the sea of ​​wisteria flowers all around, he pointed uncertainly at the clusters and bunches.

"Are we going to use these flowers?"

Yang Jianwu used the food box lid to start mining, and Lu Qiao immediately stepped forward to help.

Having followed Yang Jianwu for the past two years, I've come to know that many things that seem inedible can be transformed into mouthwatering delicacies in Yang Jianwu's hands.

"I want half-open flower buds."

Yang Jianwu offered a reminder, and Lu Qiao nodded in agreement, "Okay."

Seeing the two working together so well, Nalan Lianyi couldn't contain herself any longer and finally joined in the picking. She quickly filled a box with flower buds.

Nalan Lianyi's mouth watered at the thought of the wisteria flower cakes. "Let's make them together. I can't wait to taste them."

"The filling for flower cakes needs to be cooked first, then the dough needs to be rolled out, filled, and baked. It takes quite a while."

Yang Jianwu estimated the time and, worried that Nalan Lianyi might not be able to hold on, suggested, "Have the kitchen send you a bowl of plain porridge to tide you over."

"Okay, I'll listen to my sister."

Nalan Lianyi nodded obediently, knowing she wouldn't go hungry if she stayed with her sister.

The washed petals unfurled in the syrup and salt water, and the amber-colored frosting enveloped each curled butterfly wing, as if preserving a season's fragrance for time.

Yang Jianwu quickly rolled out sheets of dough, wrapped them with oil paste, and rolled them out a second time.

The oil-based dough and the pastry are layered on top of each other, and the candied wisteria flowers are gently wrapped around them. The dough is rotated in the palm of the hand into a perfect moon.

"Qiao'er, I'll bake the flower cakes. You go and fry the stinky tofu we brought. Do you remember the oil temperature I told you about?"

"Remember, start with low heat and then move to medium heat to avoid burning."

"Okay, watch out for the oil, be careful not to get burned."

After instructing Lu Qiao, Yang Jianwu finished wrapping the last few wisteria flower cakes and began baking them.

The oven fire heated the baking tray until it was slightly hot, and the dough gradually puffed up into a golden arc.

The aroma rising from the oven is the whisper of flowers and wheat; the flaky pastry cracks with fine lines, revealing faint purple floral shadows inside, like the last poem of late spring unfolding in the heat.

Lu Qiao's side was much faster; while the aroma of pancakes filled the kitchen, the fried stinky tofu was already ready and served.

Nalan Lianyi picked up a small golden piece.

"Sister, what is this?"

It smells awful... Is it really edible?

Yang Jianwu quickly prepared a bowl of chili oil and secretly took out cumin from her spatial storage and sprinkled it on.

"Deep-fried stinky tofu!!"

Nalan Lianyi's face froze, and she was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Deep-fried...that sounds greasy...

And stinky tofu... The tofu is so stinky, how can you eat it...?

"Sister, are you kidding me?"

Yang Jianwu was amused by Nalan Lianyi's expression. "Stinky tofu and snail rice noodles are the same. They smell bad, but taste good."

"The little horse crosses the river; you'll know once you try it yourself."