Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Mo Ye sat beside her, looking at the quiet and sweet woman before him. Recalling the scenes from just moments ago, he felt it was all too real. She was eating peacefully when she suddenly went on a drunken rampage. The scene of her beating up Jing Nan was truly... Luckily, this girl's internal energy wasn't strong enough, otherwise she would have been invincible.

Those sentences that were directed at Jing Nan were all new to me; they were quite novel and sarcastic. I wonder what's going on in this girl's head all day, coming up with so many creative ideas.

Zi Ping brought over some hangover soup, and Mo Ye automatically got up to give up his seat. Zi Ping helped Yang Jianwu up, placed her in her arms, and gently patted her awake. "Miss, wake up. Drink some hangover soup before you go back to sleep, or you'll have a headache tomorrow morning."

Yang Jianwu was half-awake, opening her blurry eyes to look at Ziping. "Little Pingping, the soup doesn't taste good. I want to sleep." After saying that, she found a comfortable position in Ziping's arms and continued to sleep.

Zi Ping tried to wake Yang Jianwu again, but this time she was unmoved. Anyone who disturbed her sleep was her enemy. She grabbed a thin blanket from the soft couch, covered herself with it, and ignored everyone.

Mo Ye gestured for Zi Ping to step back, "Little Wu'er, be a good girl and drink the hangover soup."

The person huddled under the blanket didn't respond...

Mo Ye couldn't bear to see Yang Jianwu wake up with a headache the next day, so he pulled her out of the blanket, put one arm around her body, reached out from the other side of her face to pry open her mouth, and fed her a spoonful of hangover soup. People who are very sleepy usually have two reactions when disturbed: one is to be very grumpy when they wake up, and the other is to let you do whatever you want... Yang Jianwu was the second type at this time, and obediently let Mo Ye finish feeding her the hangover soup.

Mo Ye was somewhat distracted at this moment. When he carried Yang Jianwu back, he was only thinking about getting her to rest as quickly as possible and hadn't paid attention to the details. Now, the woman nestled in his arms, and as he fed her hangover soup, looking down at her mouth, his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of her slightly open collar. The natural curve of her body made her breasts appear even more prominent, and a cleavage was faintly visible... Now, recalling when he carried her here, it seemed as if the softness of her chest had pressed against his back...

After feeding him the hangover soup, Mo Ye quickly left the palace and returned to his residence, where he instructed Hong Feng to prepare a cold bath.

The palace was heavily guarded; weapons had to be removed before entering the inner palace, and personal guards were not allowed to accompany their masters into the concubines' chambers without a summons. Hongfeng did not enter the palace with Moye and was unaware of what was happening inside. He only felt that the capital was not as hot as Anshun, and that he shouldn't take a cold shower.

"Master, it gets chilly in the capital at night. Taking a cold shower will make you catch a cold," Hongfeng kindly reminded him.

Mo Ye felt unbearably hot. "I said I wanted it cold, so it's cold. If you keep arguing, switch places with Hong Dian."

Hongfeng remembered that Hongdian had talked too much and was punished by his master to go to the Dark Guard Camp for extra training. Just thinking about it made his body ache. He immediately replied, "Yes." and quickly went to prepare cold water.

Unbeknownst to the person who accidentally started the fire, they slept soundly until dawn. The hangover soup was a recipe given by Yang Jianwu, and its effects were naturally self-evident; the person woke up feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Upon opening her eyes, she was met with Mu Jin's resentful gaze. "Um...did I drink too much?"

"Yes, he's quite drunk." Mu Jin nodded.

Yang Jianwu felt embarrassed. "Um... I didn't flirt with you, did I?"

Mu Jin covered her face. "Miss, if you really want to tease me, just tell me what you remember?"

"Um..." Yang Jianwu recalled carefully, "We ate hot pot with Qifei and then drank some pear blossom wine."

Mu Jin nodded. "Yes, is there anything else?"

"I think... that's all... I remember falling asleep later." Yang Jianwu stammered, a bad feeling creeping into her heart.

Mu Jin looked incredulous. "You really can't remember?"

Yang Jianwu said uncertainly, "I also had a dream... I dreamt about Jing Nan, who wanted to take Qingdai last time... uh... I beat him up... Could this not be a dream?"

Mu Jin nodded vigorously. "It seems you still remember. Not only did you beat someone up, but you were particularly vicious. You also knocked Prince Ning and the Seventh Prince to the ground. Later, when the two of them had to hold you back, you didn't hold back with your words either. You even verbally abused Young Master Nan to no end, do you remember?"

A scene seemed to flash through Yang Jianwu's mind. It seemed... indeed... that's how it was.

Seeing that Yang Jianwu seemed to remember something, Mu Jin knelt down in front of her and earnestly advised her, "Miss, I know you feel sorry for Qingdai, but Young Master Nan hasn't offended us. There's no need to scold him so harshly every time. Consort Qi understands you, we understand you, but others won't. In Dongli, having multiple wives and concubines is perfectly normal. Young Master Nan isn't wrong; it's just that our thinking seems abnormal to ordinary people."

Yang Jianwu understood perfectly well. It seemed she needed to control herself in the future. Apart from his personal affairs, Jing Nan was alright in other aspects and hadn't offended her. She should be more polite to him when they met again. It was always better to have one more friend than one more enemy.

Before Yang Jianwu could reply, Mu Jin continued, "Miss, think about the General's Mansion. Didn't the General have two concubines before? You can't deny this fact just because there have been four of you in the family all these years."

Yang Jianwu promptly covered Mu Jin's nagging mouth, "Stop, I know, I won't do it again. The world is muddy but I am clear, everyone is drunk but I am sober, that is why I am released."

Mu Jin smiled knowingly, took Yang Jianwu's hand in her own, and patted it gently.

Yang Jianwu thought for a moment and asked Mu Jin, "Was I too harsh yesterday?"

Mu Jin hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, His Highness Prince Ning and the Seventh Prince are alright, but Young Master Nan is probably in for a rough time."

Yang Jianwu wasn't worried about the injuries from the punches and kicks at all. "Let's go see Young Master Nan. I'll apologize and leave him some medicine." Back then, Luo Li was beaten to a pulp by her, but after applying the ointment, he felt much better along the way. Traumatic injury ointment is our trump card.

Mulan also thought of the young lady's liniment, "Okay, young lady, I estimate that if you teach him how to make hot pot, he will recover immediately."

Yang Jianwu understood. This guy had his eye on his hotpot. He figured he already had so many businesses, so he didn't care about this one. Giving it away for free wasn't his style either. "No problem. I'll go talk to him about the collaboration later." Nobody complains about having more money. It's stupid not to make money when you can.

"Mujin, go and borrow Consort Qi's small kitchen for a bit. Let's make some pastries to take with us; it's not good to come empty-handed." Since it's a collaboration, hot pot is one thing to discuss, and bringing more dishes is another.