Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

One of the rules in Jingnan's "Wife-Chasing Manual" is that men shouldn't be too serious, nor too casual; they should be serious when necessary and playful when appropriate. Deep down, women actually prefer men who are a little carefree and irreverent. Chasing a girl is like hunting a fox—you have to chase her, stop and start; when she gets curious and comes to look, then take her down with one shot.

"I can't do anything..." After saying that, he suddenly pulled her into his arms, took a deep breath of the fragrance in her hair, quickly kissed Yang Jianwu's forehead, and then fled the scene...

Yang Jianwu was completely bewildered by Mo Ye's actions. She... had been kissed?

Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ He got taken advantage of! Wasn't he always such a gentleman? When did he learn to be like this? All the bodyguards around Prince Ning are unmarried, the only one who can be considered experienced is Jing Nan! He must have corrupted him!! Prince Ning was such a good kid before, and now he's starting to go astray…

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Jing Nan, far away in Yunzhi, sneezed in response!

In the clinic's study room, Zi Ping and key members of the medical team were providing one-on-one instruction to the doctor brought by Prince Ning. The art of suturing cannot be mastered overnight; even if one has made progress, one must practice every day.

An elderly doctor was startled by a sneeze, and the needle in his hand trembled, accidentally puncturing a grape he was using for practice suturing...

Qingdai, watching from the side, asked with some concern, "Is Young Master Nan cold?"

Jing Nan rubbed his nose. "I'm not cold. Maybe someone is thinking of me."

Qingdai forced a smile, a bitter feeling welling up inside her. "It's getting late, so I'll take my leave now. Please make yourself at home, Young Master Nan." She bowed and left the clinic.

Songyin noticed that Qingdai's complexion wasn't very good and was a little worried.

After Yang Jianwu and Mo Ye went to Lucheng, Jing Nan came to the clinic, ostensibly to check on the doctors' learning progress, but in reality, he spent the whole day finding excuses to follow Qingdai around.

The bright street cast a solitary figure, a stark contrast to the bustling activity on either side. A figure gradually came into view alongside Qingdai. Qingdai felt a mixture of anticipation and fear. Could it be him?

"Qingdai..."

Phew~ Thank goodness it wasn't Young Master Nan. I'm somewhat relieved, yet also a little disappointed...

She turned around and greeted the person who came in, "Hi, Songyin, what brings you here?"

Songyin and Qingdai were both born into a family and grew up together. Their relationship was even closer than that of Mujin and Ziping. They knew each other very well and could talk about anything. When Qingdai was feeling down, Songyin sensed it and chased after her.

"Qingdai, you seem troubled." Songyin's words were not a question, but a statement of certainty.

Qingdai forced a smile, "No, you're overthinking it."

Songyin bluntly pointed out, "It's awful, stop pretending."

Qingdai stopped smiling and continued walking forward.

Songyin pulled Qingdai to a tea stall, ordered a pot of fragrant tea, and waited for Qingdai to speak.

Songyin was the quietest and most stubborn of the group. After drinking a cup of tea, Qingdai surrendered, "I told you, stop staring at me like that, it's scary."

Songyin poured Qingdai another cup of tea. "Your face is so pale. Are you alright?"

Qingdai fidgeted with her fingers, finally making up her mind, "Songyin, I... I haven't had my period this month..."

Song Yin, who had always been calm, suddenly panicked and spilled the tea. Yang Jianwu, who often took them with her when she studied medicine, knew even the most basic common sense. "Are you... sure?" she asked.

Qingdai propped her elbows up with her hands and held her forehead. "I'm not sure. Except for the first year when it was a bit unstable, it's been very punctual ever since."

Songyin stood up and pulled Qingdai up. "Ziping should go back now. Let her take your pulse."

Qingdai shook her head fearfully, "I don't want to go, what if... what if..."

Song Yin was a little anxious, "Even if it's just a matter of chance, we still have to face it. It's been more than a month since you and Young Master Nan last met, hasn't it?"

Qingdai didn't speak, only nodded. It wasn't that she was shy; what would she do if she got pregnant...? Putting aside her personal honor and disgrace, she worried whether her mistress would think she lacked self-respect, and how her parents would face the gossip in the mansion...

Songyin didn't care what Qingdai was thinking. She pulled Qingdai up with a firm yet careful gesture. "Come on, let's go find Ziping. Whatever it is, we'll face it with you."

"……good……"

Back at Huashuiyuefang, Ziping had just arrived, and the group went to Qingdai's room together.

Seeing that Songyin's expression was somewhat serious, Mujin thought something had happened. "Songyin, has Miss given any instructions?"

Songyin pursed her lips and pressed Qingdai down to sit in the chair next to Ziping. "Ziping, take Qingdai's pulse."

Zi Ping noticed that Qing Dai's face was pale and clearly not normal. She placed her hand on Qing Dai's wrist and asked, "Qing Dai, are you feeling unwell?"

Qingdai's palms were constantly sweaty. "I don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, that's why I wanted you to take a look."

Zi Ping breathed a sigh of relief. The two of them were being so mysterious, making her think something had happened. Wait a minute!

She jerked her head up, "Qingdai...you...how..."

Zi Ping's sudden incoherence made everyone's hearts tighten again.

Seeing Zi Ping's expression, Qing Dai guessed that it was probably true, and felt relieved. "Zi Ping, what's wrong? Just tell me. Whatever the result, I can accept it."

Zi Ping glanced at Song Yin, wanting to confirm whether her diagnosis was wrong or not; she really didn't know how to say it.

Mu Jin, not understanding the three's cryptic conversation, reached out and placed her hand on Qing Dai's wrist, her eyes widening instantly like saucers. "Qing Dai...you...are pregnant?!"

Qingdai nodded and withdrew her hand. "At first I wasn't sure, but after you and Ziping took my pulse, I was certain."

"What are you going to do?"

"Inform the young lady first. Whatever decision you make, you must let her know."

Qingdai knew that an epidemic had broken out in Lucheng and did not want her personal affairs to affect her mistress. "I don't intend to hide it from you, mistress. Let's wait until you come back. Lucheng needs you more now."

Song Yin also believed that Yang Jianwu should not know at this time. "These days, the three of us have taken turns taking care of you. Just relax. Whether to keep or abandon this child, we will decide after Miss comes back. You can also think about it carefully."

"Well, thank you."

Songyin's suggestion was agreed upon by the others. Before Miss knew, Young Master Nan should not know either. Everything should be discussed after Miss returned.

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Yang Jianwu ignored Mo Ye the whole way, only reluctantly walking alongside him when they were close to the crowd.

Mo Ye smiled, just in time for Yang Jianwu to see it, "Do you know what you look like right now?"

"Hmm, what does it resemble?" Mo Ye was in a good mood and didn't mind what Yang Jianwu said.

Yang Jianwu pouted, "Like a cat that's stolen some cream!"

Mo Ye awkwardly touched his nose, not minding, and the two of them, imitating the listless appearance of the common people, slowly weaved through the crowd.