Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Yang Jianwu, along with Ziping and Mujin, remained silent the entire way. The two maids knew that when their mistress was silent, it usually meant she was angry.

Back in the tent, Zi Ping knelt down immediately, and Mu Jin poured Yang Jianwu a cup of tea. "Miss, have some water and calm down."

Yang Jianwu took the cup and sipped the fragrant tea, then placed it back on the table. She glanced at Ziping and said, "Get up. I don't blame you."

Zi Ping knelt down and walked to Yang Jianwu, hugging Yang Jianwu's legs and crying as she begged for forgiveness, "Miss, I was wrong, I shouldn't have talked so much, I won't dare to do it again, please hit me, don't just stay silent."

Yang Jianwu bent down and helped Ziping up, straightening her clothes. "You did nothing wrong. You were just telling the truth. I was angry because Dongli's overall strength is too weak. Such a weak country will be bullied by other countries sooner or later."

Zi Ping sobbed, "Miss, there's a general in Dongli, so we're not afraid of other countries attacking us."

Yang Jianwu patted Ziping's head. "Silly girl, war isn't just a matter for one or two people; it's a matter for two countries. If a war really breaks out, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of people will risk their lives. If they win, the country will be at peace; if they lose, they'll become prisoners and slaves. But what's the point of peace if so many lives are sacrificed? How many families will be torn apart? How many years will it take for the country to recover and prosper? How many years can people afford to wait?"

“Miss…” Mu Jin and Zi Ping didn’t know what to say to comfort Yang Jianwu.

Yang Jianwu didn't want the two of them to be pessimistic. "Alright, I was just sighing. Let's go to the kitchen and slice some thin pieces of meat. We're having hot pot, and I need lots of meat to fill the void in my heart."

Zi Ping readily agreed, "Yes, I'll go prepare right away."

Seeing that Yang Jianwu seemed to be in good spirits, Mu Jin said, "Then I'll go stir-fry the base ingredients. If it doesn't taste good, you're not allowed to complain."

Yang Jianwu pinched Mu Jin's cheek. "Okay, I don't mind. Go on, go on. We'll leave after we finish eating. I don't want to stay here anymore."

"Yes." The two ran out of the tent hand in hand to prepare hot pot.

Hongyun was ordered to protect Yang Jianwu. He was to stay with her while she was in the military camp to prevent a repeat of what happened with Commandant Han. When Yang Jianwu left the training ground, he followed her. He had overheard the conversation between master and servant clearly and immediately returned to report to Prince Ning.

"I understand, you can go back now." Mo Ye waved for Hongyun to leave.

Seeing that Mo Ye was deep in thought, Jing Nan didn't dare to disturb him and muttered softly, "If only Miss Yang could stay in the army for a while."

Mo Ye sighed. There were only a few days left until the sixth day of next month. Was Xiao Wu'er in such a hurry to leave because she didn't want to see Mo Ye get married?

Jing Nan's eyes darted around, and he stepped forward, saying, "Brother, I see you really like Miss Yang. Why don't you marry her? She's General Yang's legitimate daughter, and she's worthy of being his principal wife."

Mo Ye glared at Jing Nan, "Do you think I didn't want to? Before coming to the capital, I tried to confess my feelings once..."

Jing Nan looked at Mo Ye with the curiosity of a child, "And then?"

Mo Ye said with great regret, "She thought I had taken the wrong medicine..."

Jing Nan punched Mo Ye directly, "You're really too soft-hearted. Let me tell you, if you like a woman, you have to be bold and tell her, otherwise she'll be snatched away by someone else. Look at how excited Hong Dian was today, wanting to become a disciple. Did he really mean it?"

Mo Ye thought for a moment, "Hong Dian has always been very interested in bows, so he probably genuinely wants to become an apprentice."

Seeing that Mo Ye didn't get it, Jing Nan simply said bluntly, "Didn't you agree that she would leave the capital with you in two days? Now that she's leaving, you'll go with her. Do you still remember the bedroom techniques I taught you the other day? Find a chance to sleep with her on the way..."

Before Jing Nan could finish speaking, Mo Ye interrupted him, "No way! This kind of thing is consensual, how can you force it! Stop giving me bad advice."

Jing Nan resented Mo Ye for being so spineless, "If you don't tell anyone after sleeping with someone, how will anyone know? As long as you're willing to take responsibility, then you two will naturally be together."

Mo Ye seriously doubted whether his brother's head was filled with bean curd residue... He muttered speechlessly, "Jing Nan, you used to be so smart, has your brain been switched with something else...?"

Jing Nan looked completely bewildered. "What do you mean?"

Mo Ye was speechless at his brother's words. "Sleep with her? How? First, let's talk about Xiao Wu'er's martial arts. Without using internal energy, in pure combat, none of us are her match. Then there's her medical skills. Even the Ghost Doctor admires her medical skills. Do you expect me to drug her and wait to be discovered?"

Jing Nan thought about it and realized it was true; neither force nor gentle methods worked... so he could only encourage his brother, "Then try your best to trick her into your hands..."

Mo Ye felt his veins throbbing more frequently lately. "Can't you speak properly? What do you mean by lying? I genuinely like her!"

Jing Nan curled his lip, "So what if you like her? Can you meet her demands? Even if you're willing to marry only her, will the Emperor agree? Don't forget, you are Prince Ning, a prince."

Mo Ye didn't want to listen to Jing Nan's nonsense, so he got up and left.

Yang Jianwu, along with Mu Jin and Zi Ping, happily finished their hot pot meal, left a note, and then departed.

The ancient cities were far apart and the scenery was monotonous. Finally, they came across a stream, where the three of them let their horses rest and prepared to camp there for the night.

While Mu Jin and Zi Ping were tidying up, Yang Jianwu sat alone under the shade of a tree, closed her eyes to rest, and sent her consciousness into the space.

"Wow~ Hahaha~" Yang Jianwu couldn't stop smiling when she saw the newly opened right-side hall space.

Motorcycles, a small jeep, and a silent helicopter—I'm so lucky! I don't have many vehicles, but it's better than nothing. I glanced at the corresponding medical points… ugh… I need so many medical points… When will I ever be able to afford a small motorcycle… Keep working hard, young man!

"Miss, come quick! There are fish in the lake!"

"There's still plenty left. Let's grab some for dinner."

Hearing that there were fish, Yang Jianwu went to the riverbank to help. And indeed, the fish in the lake were quite plump. The stream flowed gently, its ripples clear; fish leaped and darted, content in their own world.

Hibiscus took a fork and speared it into the stream, but missed again. "Miss, this fish is too cunning. It always gets away."

Zi Ping was also puzzled, "Miss, you say we're both so good at archery, how come we're not as good at spearfishing as the fishermen?"

Yang Jianwu smiled, took off her shoes and socks, took the branch from Mu Jin's hand and walked a few steps into the stream to explain to the two of them, "The fish you see in the water are usually higher than their actual location."

Yang Jianwu stood motionless in the stream. The mud stirred up by the ripples when he entered the water slowly settled. His hand remained in the position of stabbing into the water. "So when fishermen spear fish, they have to aim the spear below the fish they see. That's how they catch the fish." After saying that, he took a tree branch and thrust it into the water. A large, plump fish curled up on the branch.