Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

The same person was both the one who stirred up and shattered the illusion. Qifei felt that Yang Jianwu was doing it on purpose... She poured Yang Jianwu another full glass, "If you like the wine here, feel free to take it. There's plenty. Don't try to make fun of me."

Yang Jianwu stuck out her pink tongue, assuring everyone that she didn't want to drink. Zi Ping bluntly exposed her, "Your Majesty, she just wants to drink another cup of your wine."

Mu Jin didn't hold back when it came to the wine, saying to her mistress, "Your Highness, my young lady can only drink three cups and has a bad temper when it comes to alcohol. You can't spoil her. If you give her one cup, she can finish a whole pot."

Yang Jianwu glared at the two girls without any threat, "You two have gotten quite bold, haven't you?"

Zi Ping rolled her eyes. "I'll support you no matter what you do, even if you don't drink." Mu Jin agreed.

Yang Jianwu shouted, "This is bullying!"

"Whoever bullied you, I'll fight back for you." Mo Yu strode in. He had returned to the palace to report his journey to his father and deal with some other matters before coming to find Consort Qi and Yang Jianwu.

Yang Jianwu led Mu Jin and Zi Ping to rise and bow. The once lively courtyard suddenly fell silent. Qi Fei also silently sipped her wine, with only the broth in the copper pot still bubbling and making noise.

"Greetings, Consort Qi! What are you eating? It smells delicious! May my seventh brother and I join in for a bite?" Mo Ye followed closely behind.

"Your Highness Prince Ning." Yang Jianwu bowed respectfully to Mo Ye again. Mo Ye was a little annoyed. It was one thing for this girl to be polite to Mo Yu, but why was she like this to him... He and Mo Yu were not one entity, so what had she done to offend her? With Consort Qi present, he could only cooperate with a serious expression, "Miss Yang, you may rise."

Jing Nan walked at the back, and after paying his respects to Consort Qi, he finally saw Yang Jianwu. He felt that her eyes were somewhat familiar. He had never seen Yang Jianwu in women's clothing before and did not know that Yang Jianwu was Yang Jian. He only thought that she was a young lady from an official family. The fact that this young lady could sit at the same table and drink with Consort Qi showed that the two had a good relationship.

Yang Jianwu wouldn't admit it without being asked, so she continued to pretend she didn't know him and gave a slight curtsy.

Consort Qi didn't want to talk to Mo Yu, but since Prince Ning and Prince Yu'an's illegitimate son were both there, she had to give her son face. "Prince Ning and the young master of Prince Yu'an's family are here. Come and have a taste. This is hot pot, all prepared by Jian Wu."

Mo Ye and Jing Nan sat down as invited. Mo Yu knew that his mother was still angry with him, so he didn't dare to say anything and just ate quietly with everyone else.

Zi Ping and Mu Jin dared not sit at the same table as the prince, and retreated to the side to wait. Yang Jianwu prepared a dipping sauce for each of them and taught them how to cook the meat. Having eaten spicy food several times in Anshun, they were able to adapt, so they ate the red broth. The spicy and fragrant taste was always amazing for first-timers, and the three of them instantly felt extremely satisfied.

Although Jingnan was a son of a concubine in the Yu'an Prince's Mansion, he was quite adept at business. While eating hot pot, he saw a business opportunity and quietly asked Mo Ye, "Your Highness, which family does this girl belong to? Could she sell us this hot pot recipe?"

Mo Ye accidentally choked on the chili pepper, "cough cough..."

Jing Nan quickly handed over some warm water. Mo Ye secretly glared at Jing Nan, who was baffled. What had he done wrong? He couldn't miss such a good business opportunity. Maybe he should try to get closer to her: "Um, are you Miss Yang? May I ask where your residence is?"

Mo Ye suppressed the urge to strangle Jing Nan. "This is General Yang Boshan's only daughter, Yang Jianwu. Miss Yang is returning to the capital with us this time."

"Oh, Miss Yang, you're too kind." Jing Nan was preoccupied with money and didn't notice that Mo Ye was emphasizing the name "Yang Jian." She continued to be friendly, "I've just been to Anshun. The climate is pleasant; it's a wonderful place."

Yang Jianwu casually replied, "Mm."

Mo Ye covered his face. Had Jing Nan's brain been submerged in hot pot? Couldn't he see that he had been giving him meaningful glances?! It's quite courageous of him to put on a one-man show like this.

Jingnan talked about many things while eating, all related to Anshun. Yang Jianwu just hummed in response, seemingly preoccupied with her food and unwilling to say more, occasionally sharing a cup of pear blossom wine with Qifei.

Finally, Jing Nan couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Miss Yang, is hot pot unique to Anshun? Would you be willing to sell me the recipe? We could open a hot pot restaurant in Beijing, and I guarantee it would be a hit."

Qifei chuckled, "Jingnan, Jianwu is drunk. She probably didn't hear a word you said."

Three "Ah?" sounds rang out simultaneously, and Consort Qi laughed even harder. She could clearly see Prince Ning's feelings for Jianwu. Her son had been spoiled by the Emperor and his mindset was irreversible. Moreover, the wedding date was already set, so she could be eliminated from the list of potential brides. Prince Ning's mother was of low status and had already passed away, so Jianwu didn't need to worry about difficulties in getting along with her mother-in-law. Prince Ning himself was also a man of integrity and currently had no concubines or secondary wives. All those serving him were men, making him a good husband candidate. She just didn't know how things would turn out in the future, so she would observe for the time being.

Yang Jianwu ignored Jing Nan's words. The sweetness of the pear blossom wine made people forget the strong aftereffects of the rice wine. If one drank too much at once, the aftereffects would kick in and make one feel dizzy.

Looking at Jing Nan's face groggily, she remembered that this person was called Jing Nan. Hmm, it seemed that he wanted to take Qing Dai as his concubine. Damn it, what a jerk! I already said no, how dare he show his face in front of me! Thinking of Qing Dai, that innocent little girl, sigh, I've missed her terribly these past few days. It's all his fault! Anger rose in her stomach, and she swayed as she stood up. Mo Ye thought something was wrong and wanted to help her, but considering there were so many people around, he instructed Mu Jin and Zi Ping to go forward and support her.

Yang Jianwu pushed away the hands of Mu Jin and Zi Ping who came to help her, rolled up her sleeves, and Mo Yu got up to straighten her sleeves, but was also pushed away by Yang Jianwu. Just as everyone was wondering what Yang Jianwu was going to do, she suddenly swung her fist at Jing Nan, and the punch landed squarely! Unfortunately, she had drunk too much and her eyes were dizzy, so she hit Jing Nan on the shoulder.

Jing Nan cried out in pain and begged for mercy, "Ouch, Miss Yang, the hot pot recipe is negotiable. If you don't want to sell it, then don't sell it. Don't be angry."

Yang Jianwu ignored her and continued to greet her, muttering under her breath: "You womanizer, you have a bunch of concubines and maids at home, and you still dare to think about Qingdai. Why do you think Qingdai will stay for you? Is it because you are handsome? Is it because your family is rich? Or is it because of your cheap love?! You look respectable and decent-looking, but in reality, your character is rotten to the core."