Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Pu Yangxuan walked up to Yang Jianwu with a pitiful expression, "Jianwu, aren't you going too far..."

Yang Jianwu rubbed her arms. "Ugh... I'm getting goosebumps all over... You're so effeminate, I can only treat you as a sister."

Puyang Xuan asserted, "You did it on purpose..."

Yang Jianwu responded with a big smile, raised an eyebrow, and gave a smug look, as if to say, "I did it on purpose, what can you do about it?"

Mu Jin was quite pleased to see her young mistress and Pu Yangxuan together, free from scheming and the constraints of their social status; it seemed like this was how life should be.

After the last few jars of loquat syrup were filled, Zi Ping exclaimed that her hands were about to break, but Yang Jianwu glared at her and immediately shut her up.

Puyang Xuan could tell that Yang Jianwu was a rather independent person who didn't like to rely on others. She could climb trees and cook, which made her a real person. He liked Yang Jianwu even more, unlike those so-called young ladies from wealthy families who were pretentious and disgusting.

Yang Jianwu was unaware of Puyang Xuan's thoughts. She treated Puyang Xuan's visit as a vacation. After a few days, Yang Jianwu took her leave, but Puyang Xuan naturally continued to follow her. He insisted that Yang Jianwu had touched him and demanded that she take responsibility...

Yang Jianwu gritted his teeth. Fine, if you want to follow, then follow. Free labor, might as well use it.

Yang Jianwu and his group did not return to Anshun, but instead went south.

A gentle drizzle falls in the south, willows line the Bai Causeway, and bluestone slabs sway in the breeze. For miles around, orioles sing incessantly. In waterside villages and mountain towns, wine flags flutter in the gentle wind.

"Sword Dance, where are we going? Ever since you entered Yongcheng, you seem to be looking for something." Puyang Xuan didn't know why Yang Jianwu came to the south. She had been in Yongcheng for three days, spending her days wandering around the mountains north of the city and her nights resting at the inn. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and asked.

Yang Jianwu didn't even look at Puyang Xuan. "I didn't ask you to come along. You came here on your own. You can leave now."

Puyang Xuan immediately surrendered, "Alright, alright, forget I asked. We'll go wherever you say we're going. But don't you want to tell us what we're looking for? It'll be faster for a group of us to search together than for you to search alone."

Zi Ping and Mu Jin were also puzzled. For the past few days, they had been following behind Yang Jianwu. As qualified subordinates, they did whatever Yang Jianwu told them to do without asking any questions.

Yang Jianwu was also somewhat tired. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said coldly, "Find seven trees arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper. This matter should be kept secret by just the few of us. Do not spread it around. If I find out that anyone has sent someone to help without permission, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Yes, Miss." Seeing Yang Jianwu's serious expression, Zi Ping and Mu Jin also became serious.

Puyang Xuan also expressed his loyalty, saying, "Jianwu, don't worry, your affairs are my affairs, and I won't let anyone else know."

"Hmm." Yang Jianwu looked a little dejected. Counting the days, there weren't many left.

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On the sixth day of the seventh month, Mo Yu, the seventh prince of Dongli, married Li Leru, the legitimate daughter of the Prime Minister's family. The mansion was decorated with lanterns and colorful ribbons, and the sounds of silk and bamboo instruments played all day long.

Emperor Dongli even personally visited the prince's residence, demonstrating the importance he placed on this marriage. Inside the wedding hall, Emperor Dongli and Consort Qi sat on high seats. Emperor Dongli wore a broad smile, while Consort Qi's expression remained indifferent.

Since their last heart-to-heart talk, the mother and son had not seen each other again. Consort Qi had no personal issues with Li Leru; she was just a sacrifice for the Li family. She had seen many daughters of officials, and they were all the same. She only hoped that Mo Yu would not be too sad after she left, and that he would live a good life. She did not ask for great wealth and honor, but only for peace and safety, and for someone to treat her with respect.

"One Worship"

"Second Worship Hall"

Consort Qi looked at her son, as if trying to imprint his image in her heart. This was probably the last time they would meet. Even if they had little affection for each other, he was still her flesh and blood. It would be a lie to say that she had no lingering feelings.

"Couple's Worship"

The newlyweds bowed to each other, and Li Leru, with a shy expression under her veil, finally achieved her wish and became the Seventh Prince's consort.

With the Crown Prince still undecided, Prince Qi has already gone to his fiefdom, and Prince Ning is not favored by the Emperor. The most likely candidate is to be expelled from the line between Prince Rui and the Seventh Prince. Given Emperor Dongli's fondness for the Seventh Prince and her own status as a Phoenix Star, the next emperor will most likely be Mo Yu, and she herself will be the next Empress of Dongli.

Li Leru was overjoyed, and her smile widened. In contrast, Mo Yu remained expressionless throughout. He still couldn't accept the fact that his relationship with Yang Jianwu had ended; it was like a dream between them.

"Send to the bridal chamber~"

Mo Yu led Li Leru back to the bridal chamber hesitantly, as if it were merely to complete a ceremony.

The matchmaker holds a "wedding scale" and asks the groom to use the scale to lift the wedding veil.

Mo Yu used the wedding scale to lift the veil, imagining Yang Jianwu's charming smile as she appeared before him. "The scale lifts auspiciousness with each lift, wealth with each lift on the left, good fortune with each lift on the right, and a house full of gold and jade with each lift in the middle."

The bridal veil was lifted, revealing a face with exquisite makeup, delicate and alluring, as if a flower could speak and as fragrant as jade.

Mo Yu felt a pang of disappointment...

"Bride and groom, please drink the nuptial wine together, and may your love last forever!"

Li Leru accepted the nuptial wine and looked shyly at Mo Yu. Mo Yu felt a surge of irritation. Thinking of his father's support for him, he closed his eyes and gulped down the nuptial wine.

"Go back!"

The room was filled with congratulatory voices, which sounded extremely jarring to Mo Yu... All the servants left in fear, leaving only Mo Yu and Li Leru in the bridal chamber.

Mo Yu walked to Li Leru's side, his voice cold, "I have married you as Prime Minister Li wished. Be a dutiful princess consort in the Seventh Prince's residence and do not have any improper thoughts. Otherwise, you will remain in the palace forever as a corpse."

Li Leru's face paled. Was this a warning? Why was this happening? Seeing Mo Yu about to leave, Li Leru stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve, looking as if she was about to cry, "Your Highness, where are you going?"

Mo Yu was impatient. "Do I need you to ask me where I'm going?"

Li Leru trembled. "But... Your Highness... tonight is our wedding night... tomorrow the matron will come to collect the red handkerchiefs..."

Mo Yu looked at Li Leru's hypocritical act with disgust, then suddenly smiled wickedly, "The fallen red handkerchief, that's easy to handle."

Mo Yu dragged Li Leru to the bedside and unceremoniously pushed her onto the bed. A white handkerchief was under her body. Li Leru had been instructed by a nanny the night before the wedding, and now she shyly took off her clothes...