Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Mu Jin immediately understood her young mistress's thoughts, but did not expose her. "Yes, this servant will go and prepare."

The entire Cloud Sea Continent is short of resources, so there are so many food businesses that can be run. Just right now, dozens of desserts flashed through Yang Jianwu's mind.

Food with a story is more likely to touch people's hearts. Some say that because cream and cake entered the wedding hall, cream cake came into being. But bread, which deeply loves cream, could only bury its love in its heart and became a cream puff. So the ultimate cream puff—the vibrant and fragrant éclair—should surely capture the hearts of a large number of young women.

There wasn't enough time to make fresh cream, so I used some ready-made cream from my spatial storage. With Hibiscus's help, I made the cream puffs step by step. After baking the puff sticks, I filled them with cream and decorated them with colorful chocolates and candies. The delicate little cream puffs were arranged on a tray, making them almost too pretty to eat.

When Consort Qi heard that Yang Jianwu had brought her maid to the small kitchen to cook, she came to join in the fun. As soon as she entered, she couldn't resist the cute cream puffs. She ran to the cream puffs, looked them over from left to right, and exclaimed, "Wow~ Jianwu, you are so talented! How can you make éclairs?" Without even asking, she popped one into her mouth and said, "Ah~ It's so delicious."

"Take it easy, you have a lot to do." Yang Jianwu couldn't help but crease her forehead as she watched Qifei's mouth stuffed full.

“You don’t understand this feeling.” Qifei shook her head and continued to struggle with the cream puff.

Yang Jianwu pulled the person away directly, "It's too sweet, eat less, we still need to make macarons later."

Qifei excitedly picked up Yang Jianwu and spun her around, "Wow, Jianwu, I love you so much! I've been craving these little desserts for so many years~ Waaah~" To make it seem real, she even faked crying.

Yang Jianwu rolled her eyes. "It's overacted. It's not that exaggerated."

Qifei put away her playful mood and asked Yang Jianwu, "Do you know the story of macarons?"

Yang Jianwu nodded, "Yes, I've heard of it. I'm willing to do anything to make you smile."

Qifei gazed at the exquisite éclairs on the table and slowly began to speak: "Macarons are a French dessert, but their inventor was actually Italian, and the word translates to 'delicate dough.' A Florentine princess married the King of France and lived a life of luxury in the royal family, but being far from home, the Queen soon fell ill with homesickness. One day, the King had a sudden inspiration and commissioned the pastry chef to create colorful macarons to win her favor. Unexpectedly, these wonderful little desserts not only won her heart but also became the sole choice for afternoon tea among Parisian high society for over a century."

Yang Jianwu was surprised that Qifei liked macarons so much. "You know so much about them. I'll save some extra for you later."

Consort Qi deliberately raised her voice and glared angrily, "What do you mean by 'leave a little more'? Who are you planning to give this to?"

Yang Jianwu didn't hide her idea of ​​selling hot pot and snacks from Qifei.

When Qifei heard that it was sent to that brat Jingnan, she felt even more reluctant, saying, "Just give him one to try."

Yang Jianwu was both amused and exasperated. "If you like it, I'll make it for you whenever I have time. If we can sell it in the shop, then you can have it whenever you want. We'll also be adding more varieties later, so don't miss out on this delicious treat right now."

"Alright, with your guarantee, I'll just sit back and wait to eat." He stopped bothering Yang Jianwu and became a mere spectator.

Mu Jin couldn't understand everything, but she did understand the story about macarons, and sighed inwardly at how infatuated the king was.

Making Western-style pastries is actually very time-consuming. It wasn't until the afternoon that the éclairs and macarons were ready. Watching Yang Jianwu leave with the food box, Qifei clung to the pillar, afraid that if she let go, he would snatch the food box. It was too delicious, and that brat Jingnan would get it for free.

Jing Nan left the palace last night and didn't return to the Yu'an Prince's Mansion. He has a room in the Ning Prince's Mansion, where he rests. His whole body aches at the slightest touch. He doesn't know how Yang Jianwu hit him. He didn't see her throw many punches, so why are there so many painful spots on his body...

Last night, after taking a cold shower, Mo Ye thought of Jing Nan and asked the family doctor to apply medicine, but the effect was not obvious. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he could hear Jing Nan groaning.

Mo Ye watched Jing Nan toss and turn in bed, feeling quite troubled. On one side was the woman he admired, though he hadn't confessed his feelings yet; on the other side was his brother. It wouldn't be good to favor either side... Jing Nan didn't have any internal injuries, only superficial ones. The doctor's medicine hadn't been working, and he had been considering whether to ask Yang Jianwu to take a look at Jing Nan, since she was a friend of the Ghost Doctor and her medical skills were widely recognized.

"Master, there is a Miss Yang at the door. She says she has come to apologize to you and Young Master Nan," Hongyun reported as he pondered.

"Please come quickly." Mo Ye got up and rushed towards the gate of the mansion.

Hongyun followed behind Moye, and it was the first time he had ever seen his master so excited to meet a woman. Who was this Miss Yang? He wondered if her status was worthy of his master.

Yang Jianwu waited idly at the gate, glancing around. The Ning Prince's mansion was a rather conventional building, and the guards at the gate were all very attentive. These ancient people were so troublesome; you had to inform the master before entering. Those who were familiar with the place could sit in the main hall, drink tea, and wait, but for someone like her who wasn't familiar with it… sigh… her legs were getting tired. It would take at least an incense stick's time to get from the outside of the gate to the inner courtyard; all that time was wasted waiting. She looked up at the sky in exasperation.

"Little Wu'er, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Mo Ye walked out the door and saw Yang Jianwu leaning against the lion statue by the door, looking bored.

Yang Jianwu straightened up and bowed to Mo Ye, "Your Highness Prince Ning."

Mo Ye walked up to him and gently helped him up. "Please come inside. We can talk inside."

"Alright." Yang Jianwu was tired of standing, so she didn't stand on ceremony with Mo Ye and walked into the Ning Prince's Mansion together.

Upon reaching the gate, he instructed the guards, "From now on, when Miss Yang comes, she can enter the mansion directly without being announced."

Hongyun's jaw dropped. Had he heard correctly?! Was the Ning Prince's mansion about to have a mistress? Looking closely at Yang Jianwu's appearance, she was truly beautiful, a match for his master. Judging from his master's happy expression, he must like her very much. If her status was good, becoming a concubine shouldn't be a problem.

Yang Jianwu felt that Hongyun's gaze was strange, and that aunt-like smile on his face was creepy... She didn't know what Hongyun was thinking, but if she did, she would probably just knock him out.

Upon entering the main hall and taking her seat, Yang Jianwu didn't mince words and directly stated her purpose: "Last night, I was drunk and behaved improperly, injuring His Highness Prince Ning and Young Master Nan, and even insulting Young Master Nan. I have come today to apologize."

Mo Ye watched Yang Jianwu speak rapidly as if reciting a storybook, probably having rehearsed her lines many times in her mind, and covered his mouth to chuckle.

"I'm fine. Your arrival is actually quite timely. Jing Nan's injuries are more serious, and I was just about to ask someone to invite you to take a look. If it's inconvenient, it would be helpful if you could provide some medicine." Mo Ye didn't dare to ask for too much. She was General Yang's daughter, and it wouldn't be appropriate for her to treat someone, especially since the other party was a man.

Jing Nan's injuries in Anshun were so severe, but after Xiao Wu'er treated him and gave him medicine, his wounds healed incredibly quickly. If these superficial wounds were treated with Xiao Wu'er's medicine, they should heal even faster, and Jing Nan wouldn't have to endure the pain anymore.