Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Emperor Dongli, whose real name was Mo Fengchi, reigned under the era name Yuanzhi. As a prince, he had achieved great military exploits and won the hearts of the people. After ascending the throne, he reorganized the court and brought prosperity to the region. The people did not call him Emperor Yuanzhi, but rather by the name of the country, which shows how much they admired him.

Yet this emperor, revered by all, was powerless against the person before him. Outsiders only knew that he doted on Consort Qi, but only he himself knew the difference in the person before him. She neither fought nor snatched, neither loved nor hated; it seemed that nothing could shake her, she was calm and serene, like a quiet orchid.

Never mind, if she's unwilling, we'll talk about it later.

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In Xige, Yang Jianwu, having eaten and drunk her fill, changed back into women's clothing and lay on the soft couch. Looking at the four maids who were glaring at her, she rubbed her nose, smiled helplessly, and said, "Alright, alright, I'm back now, aren't I? I'll take you with me next time I go out. Be good, be good, don't be angry anymore."

A chubby little girl dressed in green with two small buns in her hair squatted beside the soft couch. Her angry face changed, and she pouted as she massaged Yang Jianwu's arm while saying coquettishly, "Miss, you've been gone for more than a month without letting us stay by your side. You've gotten so thin. Qingdai is so sad to see you like this."

Yang Jianwu smiled and pinched Qingdai's cheek, saying, "Qingdai, it's been a month since I last saw you. You seem to have gained a little weight. Hmm, and you feel even better to the touch." As she spoke, she gave Qingdai's face a good rub.

Qingdai was just a year older than Yang Jianwu, and after Yang Jianwu's antics, she blushed completely. Covering her face, she stomped her foot, feeling extremely aggrieved, "Miss, when will you ever act like a proper young lady?"

Songyin, Qingdai, Mujin, and Ziping are Yang Jianwu's four personal maids. Songyin and Qingdai are both born into a household; Mujin is the child of one of General Yang's lieutenants. After the general died in battle, his wife remarried, and the child was left unattended, so General Yang took her in and raised her; Ziping is an orphan that Yuan Suxin found in a temple. They have been with Yang Jianwu since childhood and have been spoiled by her, acting even more like young ladies than she has ever been.

Yang Jianwu stood up, looked at the girls, and said with a smile, "Alright, now it's just the few of us. Have you made any progress while I was away?"

Mu Jin stepped forward and reported, "Miss, I have finished reading the second volume of 'The Complete Collection of Poisons' in the past month and can recognize about 50% of the poisons in it."

Yang Jianwu raised an eyebrow. "Not bad, you've improved quickly. In a few days, I'll have Zigui go catch some poisonous creatures to identify." Thinking back to the last time he caught poisonous creatures, Yang Zigui's hand was swollen like a bun. He looked disgusted and said, "Forget it, I'll go catch them myself. It'll be too much trouble to treat them later."

Ziping pushed Mujin aside and said, "Miss, Ziping has been in the military camp's ward for the past month, apprenticing under Doctor Xu. Her bandaging speed has improved a lot, and she has already studied the third volume of the 'Hundred Herbs Classic'."

Yang Jianwu clapped his hands and nodded in praise: "Not bad, Ziping. You make the fastest progress by combining theory with practice. You are a promising young woman."

"The Complete Collection of Poisons" and "The Classic of Herbs" are the only copies in Yang Jianwu's space. They provide detailed information on various plants. In order to increase his medical points quickly, Yang Jianwu has been studying medicine and poison for the past few years. Hibiscus and Zi Ping were also specially trained by Yang Jianwu. Having a good assistant makes things twice as easy.

Zi Ping tilted her head and asked, "Miss, who is Ruzi?"

Yang Jianwu tapped Ziping on the head, "It's just like you, a little kid."

Zi Ping touched her head and pouted, "Miss is younger than us, yet she calls us children, hmph."

Yang Jianwu rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, "My mental age is much older than yours." She turned to Qingdai and said, "Qingdai, I could sense as soon as you entered that Songyin's internal energy seems to have improved again. Everyone's making progress, how about you?"

After hearing this, Qingdai lowered her head, drew circles on the ground with her feet, slowly extended two fingers, and stammered, "Miss, I learned two new desserts from Granny Xu, does that count?" After saying that, she quickly raised her eyelids and lowered her head even further.

Yang Jianwu rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, "It's not that I'm being harsh on you, but you need resources to live a peaceful life at any time. You may not understand now, but you will one day."

The four maids nodded, their eyes filled with determination, brimming with admiration and trust for their young mistress.

After dismissing the four maids, Yang Jianwu walked to the window and gazed at the bright moon. Her fingers lightly tapped the windowpane as she pondered. To make the emperor willingly give up on her, she needed to completely defy everyone's expectations of a phoenix star. Although she had kept a low profile these past few years, completely failing to meet those standards required a drastic measure. Next month would be a good opportunity. She instantly entered her spatial dimension and began preparing some things.

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In the fifteenth year of the Yuanzhi reign, at Shoupeng Mountain, the annual autumn hunt by Dongli encountered a once-in-a-century beast tide. Fortunately, no one died, only a few guards were injured. The shocking news was that General Yang Boshan, to protect His Majesty, had remained by his side. His daughter, Yang Jianwu, had become separated from the group and was found unconscious, mauled by wild beasts, especially on her face, where the wounds were so deep that bone was visible.

Emperor Dongli ordered that Yang Jianwu be brought to the palace for treatment. After being treated by the imperial physicians, her life was not in danger, but her face and body would definitely be scarred in the future.

Afterwards, Emperor Dongli pondered to himself that the beast tide incident was truly accidental. Since Fengxing was the noblest woman, how could she possibly have scars on her face and body? Moreover, Yang Jianwu was not skilled in needlework and her talent was mediocre; such a woman was definitely not a suitable candidate for Fengxing. From then on, Emperor Dongli removed Yang Jianwu from the selection of Fengxing.

However, in gratitude for General Yang's meritorious service in protecting the emperor, Emperor Dongli granted Yang Jianwu special permission to recuperate in the palace, and allowed the imperial physicians to use any medicinal herbs in the treasury that would benefit the young lady of the Yang family.

During Yang Jianwu's recovery, Consort Qi heard about her situation and frequently visited her. Everyone assumed it was Consort Qi's sympathy for Yang Jianwu's plight, but only the two of them knew how heartwarming it was to meet an old friend in a foreign land, and how much they cherished this friendship. After Yang Jianwu recovered, she also frequently visited the palace to keep Consort Qi company.

In the spring of the sixteenth year of the Yuanzhi reign, the Western Pan suddenly attacked Ancheng in Dongli, provoking the war because their second prince was assassinated while attending the birthday banquet of the Prince of Qi in Ancheng. The Southern Yue also seized this opportunity to stir up trouble. General Yang volunteered to garrison Anshun in the southwest. Anshun was located southwest of Dongli, bordering Ancheng and Shun County. It could assist the Prince of Qi in defending against the Western Pan to the north, and advance eastward to Shun County to join General Zhennan in attacking the Southern Yue.

This time, it is unknown when they will return to the capital, but their families are specially permitted to accompany them. In reality, Emperor Dongli has completely given up on the idea that Yang Jianwu is the Phoenix Star. If a general's legitimate daughter, whose appearance has been disfigured, were to become a prince's principal wife, or even a concubine, it would be a laughing stock. It would be better to let her go with her father to that remote area, out of sight, out of mind, and also to satisfy the wishes of his subjects.