Exile at the start? The princess is no ordinary woman.

So Gu Nanzhi sat down on the stool and watched Butler Li wipe the bloodstains around Jun Yanchen's wound, while Zhou Cai treated Cang Ling's wound nearby.

Jun Yanchen suffered a cut on his shoulder from a sharp blade, while Cang Ling had three cuts on his body. Butler Li quickly cleaned Jun Yanchen's wounds. As time was running out, Gu Nanzhi got up and went to the bedside, personally applying medicine to the wound on his shoulder and bandaging it with a cloth.

Her attention then shifted to the gold needles on his body. Using her unique technique, she rubbed the silver needles, causing each one to vibrate and emit a subtle sound. She then employed a technique unique to her poison doctor...

Her technique also drew the attention of the other three, who stared intently at her.

Gu Nanzhi was completely absorbed in this technique. This acupuncture method had a unique aspect: it used qi as a guide. She was a medical practitioner, and this was a technique she had only mastered—a technique that had disappeared. It could only be maximized when used in conjunction with golden needles, though it was extremely mentally taxing.

The acupuncture technique used by Gu Nanzhi shocked the other three. They had never seen such exquisite skills even in the hands of Doctor He. How did the lady learn such medical skills at such a young age?

Under Gu Nanzhi's manipulation, the golden needles penetrated even deeper into Jun Yanchen's body, and at the same time, the previously unconscious Jun Yanchen gradually began to respond.

He started sweating profusely, his body trembled, and upon closer inspection, one could see his veins bulging, as if one could see the rapid flow of blood and energy within them.

"Control him, don't move," Gu Nanzhi said, her hands still moving.

Without hesitation, Butler Li stepped forward and restrained Jun Yanchen, preventing him from moving. Zhou Cai, who had just finished bandaging Cang Ling's wounds, also rushed over to help. Cang Ling wasn't sitting there either.

Gu Nanzhi didn't stop, and the golden needles went even deeper than before. At the same time, Jun Yanchen, who was restrained and unable to move, tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The turmoil within him, the sudden surge of energy, subsided, and he regained his senses, only to see Gu Nanzhi's weakened state.

The master calmed down, and the three men who had been holding him released their grip. "Master..."

"Master, how are you feeling?"

"master"

They looked at their master with eyes full of worry and concern;

Jun Yanchen lifted his eyelids slightly, but looking at Gu Nanzhi in front of him, he simply uttered two words, "Nothing's wrong," which was his answer to the three people who cared about him.

He then seemed to try to get up, but Gu Nanzhi stopped him in time, saying, "Don't move, you have needles in your body."

As expected, Jun Yanchen stopped moving, but managed to say in a weak voice, "Nannan, you saved me."

As he gradually regained consciousness, he recalled the scenes he had witnessed before he lost consciousness, including the loud banging sounds.

"Otherwise what? You'd better remember the kindness of saving my life."

Gu Nanzhi raised an eyebrow. She would accept this life-saving grace; this person was no simpleton, and leaving a favor might come in handy in the future.

She lifted her leg and walked towards the table, continuing, "Lie down, the needles will be removed in fifteen minutes."

He walked to the table, sat down casually, picked up his water pouch, and drank a couple of sips of spiritual spring water to replenish his strength. He didn't use this acupuncture technique easily, and even using it once was truly exhausting.

Cang Ling then knelt down before Gu Nanzhi again, sincerely saying, "Thank you, Madam."

The acupuncture technique that the lady had just demonstrated once again proved her medical skills, and the light of hope rising in Cang Ling's heart shone even brighter. As long as the lady genuinely treated her master, the respect he, as a guard, showed stemmed from the fact that she was his wife.

But if the lady also saved the master, then he would admire her, respect her, and support her from the bottom of his heart;

Butler Li and Zhou Cai, unaware of the full story, also knelt down alongside Cang Ling to express their gratitude to Gu Nanzhi, saying, "Thank you, Madam."

"Alright, alright, get up, all of you. Stop kneeling all the time," Gu Nanzhi waved her hand casually, but it didn't diminish the three men's respect for her.

The Emperor Li then fetched another handkerchief and had Jun Yanchen wipe the black blood from the corner of his mouth. Now that his master had been revived by his mistress, the Emperor's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, finally eased somewhat.

Once he relaxed, he naturally recalled the scenes the lady had just displayed, especially her weapon, which he found very intriguing. However, he couldn't very well ask her directly.

After some hesitation, Cang Ling drank the glass of water that his wife had poured for him. After drinking it, he again noticed the difference in the water; it seemed that the water his wife fetched always tasted sweeter and more delicious, and it even seemed to relieve his fatigue.

More questions arose in his mind, and after much hesitation, he finally voiced them.

"It seems like the water Madam fetches is slightly different each time."

Upon hearing Cang Ling's words, everyone else remembered as well. Indeed, the water they had fetched from the stream tasted noticeably different when it was fetched by the Madam. Therefore, everyone's attention turned to Gu Nanzhi.

Gu Nanzhi raised an eyebrow. Of course they were different. She gave them spiritual spring water to drink. How could they be the same?

But he kept it to himself; he wouldn't tell them the truth. What came out of his mouth was, "Of course it's different, because I added something to the water I got."

The difference is undeniable; anyone can taste it. So she doesn't deny it, but of course, she won't tell the truth—lies just come out of her mouth easily.

Adding ingredients?

Upon hearing this, the men's expressions stiffened. What did the lady mean? Did adding something mean poisoning them? But the water tasted even sweeter!

Gu Nanzhi paused for a long breath as she continued her lies, otherwise these people might overthink it. "Don't worry, it's not poison. It's even good for your health. Haven't you noticed that drinking my water not only makes it sweeter, but it also relieves fatigue?"

The group remained silent: "..."

Madam, do you really need to breathe so heavily when you speak?

Cang Ling almost began to suspect again that the Madam was trying to find another way to harm her master;

However, reflecting on the journey these past few days, it's true what my wife said; drinking her water really does relieve fatigue, especially when it's very hot on the road. A sip not only cools you down but also makes you feel less tired.

Having figured this out, the group looked at Gu Nanzhi with eyes full of surprise. How did the lady manage to do that?

"You all remember now, right? This is my secret recipe, it's great for improving health... If it weren't for the fact that we're on the same team, you wouldn't get this kind of treatment."

The men immediately bowed to the lady, saying, "Thank you, Madam."

"polite"

Although Jun Yanchen remained silent, his gaze was fixed on Gu Nanzhi. Nannan had always surprised and delighted him.

Since the lady was so easy to talk to, Cang Ling hesitated for a couple of seconds before finally daring to ask about the weapon she had just used. He was simply too curious; if she possessed such a weapon, its destructive power would be immense.

"Madam, if I may be so bold as to ask what the object you were holding just now was?"