PPRW Chapter 618

~ WIN THE FAIR MAIDEN’S HEART SOONER ~

Jin Lan was a bit confused: “Jin Qiao, what’s wrong?”

“Sister, why did you blush just now?” Jin Qiao looked at Jin Lan anxiously, hoping she wouldn’t go astray.

Jin Lan’s cheeks flushed even deeper. “Nothing. You imagined it.”

“You still won’t admit it! Sister Jin Lan, our Young Miss, has been so kind to us. I’ve long accepted her as my master for life. Don’t forget your duty.”

Jin Lan grew even more confused, “What exactly are you trying to say?”

Seeing Jin Lan still unrepentant, Jin Qiao’s expression turned stern, “Sister Jin Lan, did you blush just now because you saw His Royal Highness Yue Wang?”

Jin Lan nodded, then quickly shook her head: “Don’t talk nonsense.”

“You... you still won’t admit it? Your face already tells the whole story. Sister Jin Lan, we struggled to survive in the hands of those slave traders. Only when we came to our Young Miss did we find a way to live, and now we live a hundred times better than before. You absolutely cannot compete with our Young Miss for Yue Wang. Besides, consider Miss’s status and her talents—you cannot win...”

Jin Qiao spoke rapidly, her mouth moving nonstop. Jin Lan tried several times to interrupt but couldn’t get a word in. Finally, she could only stand there waiting for her to finish.

Jin Qiao pleaded earnestly for a long while before pausing. Seeing Jin Lan’s expressionless face, she grew so anxious she nearly wept. “Sister Jin Lan, if you remain so stubborn, I... I will tell Young Miss. She’ll have you temporarily reassigned. Once you’re away from His Royal Highness Yue Wang for a while, your feelings will surely fade. When you return, you’ll still be the person she trusts most.”

Jin Lan saw her words growing increasingly absurd and quickly covered her mouth. “Stop talking nonsense! My blush earlier wasn’t because of His Royal Highness Yue Wang, but because of... his guard. He gave me an ice lantern today.”

Jin Qiao froze, then widened her eyes. “The guard? Yu Heng or Yu Yi?”

“...Yu Heng...”

Jin Qiao couldn’t help but cheer up. “That’s wonderful! You scared me earlier—I thought you’d taken a fancy to His Royal Highness Yue Wang.”

“Young Miss and His Royal Highness are perfectly suited. No one can come between them. Stop talking nonsense.”

Jin Qiao relaxed, then felt embarrassed. “Sister Jin Lan, I misunderstood you. But... Yu Heng gave you an ice lantern. Could it mean he wants...”

Seeing Jin Qiao’s sly smile, Jin Lan’s discomfort grew palpable: “Stop talking nonsense. That’s far from the truth. Now go prepare the tea and snacks.”

Yue Wang examined the crimson wedding dress displayed on the rack, his eyes brimming with such intense excitement they seemed ready to overflow. He wrapped his arms around Mu Yunyao’s waist and spun her around twice on the spot: “Yao’er, time feels so slow now. I wish the eighteenth of the first lunar month would come immediately.”

“The Little New Year is approaching. People are already preparing to distribute rice porridge. Once that’s done, the year will be over in the blink of an eye. Why is Fourth Master so anxious?”

“Naturally, I want to hold my beloved in my arms sooner.”

Yue Wang lowered his voice slightly, his warm breath brushing against Mu Yunyao’s ear. Her heart melted, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, her cheeks flushing as she murmured, “Then let me hold you for now.”

Yue Wang’s eyes crinkled with laughter. He tilted his head, continuing the embrace, and gently pressed a kiss to her lips. “Yao’er, I’m so happy.” Cold-hearted by nature, he rarely showed emotion. Yet today, bubbles of joy bubbled up inside him, gradually merging into an endless sea of sweetness.

At Ni Yun Fang, Yue Wang held her tightly, unwilling to let go. At the Capital city gates, the Northern Frontier envoy’s procession slowly halted.

The Northern Frontier envoy, seeing commoners freely moving along the road within the city gates, vendors’ cries echoing constantly, and even children playing and chasing each other, was instantly filled with displeasure. He sought out the official responsible for reception, his voice tinged with accusation: “Our Northern Frontier has sent envoys here to actively promote exchanges between our two nations, to ensure our friendship endures. Why do you treat us with such disrespect?”

“Your Excellency misunderstands,” replied the official. “Our Emperor of the Dali Dynasty is exceptionally wise and benevolent, cherishing his people like his own children. He has long decreed that no official may disturb the lives of commoners without explicit imperial permission. This law takes precedence, and I, as a subordinate, cannot disobey. I humbly ask for your understanding.” The receiving official offered this apology with a remarkably flat expression, devoid of any hint of remorse, leaving the Northern Frontier envoy deeply dissatisfied.

Seated atop the city gate tower, Yu Wang soon received a report of the exchange below: “Such a small place, yet they speak with such arrogance! They aren’t even the royal family of the Northern Frontier, yet they demand we clear the streets? Utterly preposterous. Have the Ministry of Rites officials escort them directly to the guesthouse. Once I’ve attended to matters in court, I shall make time to see them.”

“Understood.”

Yu Wang descended the tower and quietly made his way to Ni Yun Fang. Yue Fang observed his Second Imperial Brother seated nearby, sipping tea with a displeased expression. “Why have you come to Ni Yun Fang instead of receiving the Northern Frontier envoys?”

“I heard Fourth Imperial Brother and Yunyao were planning something significant. I couldn’t resist checking on their progress.” Yu Wang gazed at Yue Wang with an unusually indulgent look. A man about to marry was understandably anxious, especially one who had coveted his bride for so long without the chance to wed her. He was like a firecracker—ready to ignite at the slightest spark. He had endured this himself, so he wasn’t angry. Not angry at all.

Mu Yunyao motioned for Jin Lan to serve tea before speaking softly, “The bait has been cast. Now we only need to wait patiently for the fish to take the hook.”

Yu Wang remained uneasy. “Your plan is meticulous, but using letters to bait both the Third Prince and the Northern Frontier simultaneously—couldn’t something go awry?”

When he first heard the plan from Yue Wang and Mu Yunyao, he’d been filled with doubt. They’d forged a letter from the Northern Frontier to stir the Third Prince’s ambition, making him believe the Northern Frontier would support him. Then they’d sent a letter to the Northern Frontier, first expressing goodwill, then subtly hinting at the need for support, promising to cede cities as a reward once the deed was done.

Yet long after the letters were sent, neither side stirred. It was as if a pebble tossed into a still lake had stirred not a single ripple. This left him anxious. Though he had discreetly contacted some court officials, Ling Wang’s support remained solid. If the Emperor, disregarding the Northern Frontier’s envoy, still insisted on promoting the Crown Prince, he might well lose.

The immediate solution was to topple the Li family. Without their backing, Ling Wang would be powerless. But to topple the Li family, concrete evidence was needed. With the family lying dormant and destroying all traces, the only way to gather proof was to provoke them into action.

Yet Yue Wang remained supremely confident: “Second Imperial Brother, no need to fret. The fish will bite the bait.”

Yu Wang still found the plan unsound. It was far from thorough, even recklessly risky. The slightest misstep could expose the deception: “What if the fish doesn’t bite?”

“Then we cast more hooks. There will always be one that tempts the fish.” Mu Yunyao’s expression softened, yet her words sent a chill down Yu Wang’s spine.

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Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 617

~ HIDDEN AMBITION ~

Yue Wang declared with great solemnity, his expression unusually earnest: “The study chair is hard. I sit on it all day, hence this condition.”

Just as Mu Yunyao was about to take his pulse, she shot him a sharp look: “Your Royal Highness, I suspect your backache appears not from strain, but from overeating.”

Yue Wang paid no heed, instead taking Mu Yunyao’s hand affectionately, “Mm, I’m overeating. I’ll need to take a few pillows to feel better.” He loved using items Mu Yunyao had touched, as if they carried her scent. For example, the brocade quilt was draped over his window. Even in summer, he couldn’t bear to put it away, but left it by the bedside, as if that would bring him closer to Mu Yunyao.

Mu Yunyao nearly grabbed the pillow to smack him. This man was becoming more shameless by the day. “If you want a pillow, Fourth Master, just say so. No need to feign illness to scare me.”

Yue Wang pulled Mu Yunyao to stand before him, then wrapped his arms around her waist. “I adore how Yao’er fusses over me. In moments like this, it feels like I’m the only one in your eyes.”

Mu Yunyao froze, then slowly smiled. She raised her hand to trace his brow and eyes gently. His features were sharp, his eyes always exceptionally deep—like an endless night sky that drew one in irresistibly.

Because Yue Wang’s joking had delayed the tea brewing, by the time she checked again, the tea had grown quite cold. Mu Yunyao decided against brewing a fresh pot and instead added hot water to the existing tea, bringing it to Yue Wang.

Yue Wang didn’t mind at all. With a smile, he lifted the cup, took a sip, and praised, “Excellent tea.”

Mu Yunyao couldn’t help but laugh aloud. “Fourth Master, did you not attend court today?”

“My wedding preparations are exceptionally complex. I’ve requested several days’ leave from His Majesty so that I won’t be attending court during this period.”

“The Emperor even came to complain to my grandmother yesterday, saying you’re not even helping him with state affairs—utterly unfilial!”

“The Eldest and the Second Imperial Brothers handle the affairs of the court. When I have free time, accompanying His Majesty is sufficient.” He understood clearly that while the Emperor spoke of complaints, he was secretly pleased with his current situation. The constant strife between Prince Long and Prince Yu in court had already made the imperial court a cesspool of corruption. If he were to get involved, the situation would only grow more complicated.

“By the way, did the court debate conclude? How does Your Majesty intend to handle the envoy from the Northern Frontier?”

“The civil officials’ proposal seems overly lenient, yet it has merit. When nations interact, neither nation sends envoys. Regardless of why the Northern Frontier sent this envoy, we must treat them with kindness until their true intentions are revealed.” Imperial Father has heeded the civil officials’ counsel, yet he has entrusted the task of receiving the envoys to the Second Imperial Brother.”

Mu Yunyao paused, then lifted the corners of her lips, “The Emperor is wise. His Royal Highness Yu Wang has led troops against the Northern Frontier and witnessed their brutal tactics firsthand. He harbors no goodwill toward them. With the Emperor’s orders, he will not cause trouble for the Northern Frontier envoys, but he will remain vigilant. Should any issues arise, he will detect and handle them promptly.”

“Hmm, Yao’er, have the letters to the Third Prince and the Northern Frontier envoys been dispatched?”

“They were dispatched yesterday. The Northern Frontier may take some time to receive theirs, but the Third Prince should have seen his by now.”

At the Third Prince’s residence, Ning Jun Jin studied the letter in his hand, his gaze shifting restlessly as he struggled with shock and uncertainty. After a long moment, he slowly regained his composure, clutching the letter tightly as he turned to his personal guard, “Have you uncovered any leads?”

This morning, upon waking, he discovered the letter by his bedside. Its contents and the signature at the end nearly sent him tumbling from his chair. The letter had come from the Northern Frontier, not only urging him to rebel but explicitly offering covert support—weapons and warhorses.

Had it not been for the Northern Frontier royal family’s seal at the envelope’s end, he would have torn it to shreds on the spot.

The guard’s face flushed with shame. “Your Royal Highness, we’ve uncovered no leads.”

“The messenger must possess formidable martial arts skills to evade detection entirely.”

“Your Royal Highness, the letter is filled with seditious words. Should I destroy it?”
The Third Prince nodded. Just as the guard raised the letter to burn it, he instinctively called out: “Wait. The Northern Frontier has sent an envoy with unclear intentions. Keep this letter for now. It might help Imperial Father uncover the Northern Frontier’s true nature.”

“Yes, Your Royal Highness.”

The Third Prince took the letter, opened it, and studied it once more. His gaze finally settled on the sections about weapons and warhorses. “The warhorses of the Northern Frontier are renowned. It’s said their cavalry is so formidable precisely because of the superior quality of their mounts.”

“Indeed, Your Royal Highness. I’ve heard it said that training an exceptional warhorse can sometimes be as demanding as training a general.”

The Third Prince’s fingers lightly brushed the letter. A flicker of light danced in his eyes for a moment before he suddenly let out a cold laugh. “I may be inconvenienced now, but I’m not brain-damaged. The Northern Frontier actually thinks they can deceive me with such a shallow ploy? If they had ample ironware and warhorses, they would have launched an attack on our Great Li Dynasty long ago. Why would they negotiate a deal with a mere prince like me?”

His personal guards stood silent by his side. Seeing the Third Prince did not destroy the letter but instead carefully stored it in a hidden compartment. They couldn’t help but feel a pang of alarm.

Six days later, a letter bearing the seal of the Third Prince’s residence was discreetly delivered to the envoy of the Northern Frontier.

At the temporary encampment, a man dressed as a Northern Frontier nomad opened the letter. A flash of light darted across his darkened eyes: “The Third Prince... A blind, crippled invalid dares to negotiate terms with the Northern Frontier? Demanding weapons and warhorses outright? Utter nonsense. Ignore it. Order the troops to hasten their march. We must reach the capital of the Dali Dynasty, Xiling, as soon as possible.”

“Understood.”

Mu Yunyao finished embroidering the phoenix tail feathers on the wedding gown, nodding with satisfaction. “There. After all this effort, it’s finally complete.”

Caiyi and the others cradled the gown, gently tracing its surface as they murmured with admiration. “Miss, this gown is truly breathtaking. Even we maidservants are tempted to marry after seeing it.”

The embroiderers nearby teased, “If Caiyi the shopkeeper wanted to marry, it’d be as easy as saying the word. Suitors have been wearing out their lips begging for your hand, yet you’ve never given in.”

Caiyi shot them a glare. “I’m waiting for Miss to find me a proper match. I wouldn’t touch those unsuitable candidates with a ten-foot pole.”

Mu Yunyao smiled: “Very well. I’ll find some fine young men for you to choose from another day.”

For a moment, the entire Ni Yun Fang erupted in laughter and playful commotion.
Just then, Jin Lan entered, her cheeks slightly flushed: “Miss, His Royal Highness Yue Wang has arrived.”

Mu Yunyao’s heart leapt with joy. She dismissed Caiyi and the others, then invited Yue Wang to come up.

Jin Qiao stepped out of the room and immediately pulled Jin Lan close, her eyes scanning her body intently. “Sister Jin Lan, you’ve always been steady and level-headed, with a sharp eye for things. You must understand many matters yourself, right?”

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 ~ ROGUE ADVANCEMENT ~

Mu Yunyao sat beside Grand Princess Yi De, holding a long bamboo brush as she teased the koi fish swimming in the wide-mouthed blue-and-white porcelain basin.

Qu Mama stood nearby, reporting to Grand Princess Yi De on the situation in the imperial court.

“Your Royal Highness, His Majesty inquired how Ling Wang and Yu Wang should treat the envoys from the Northern Frontier. Their opinions are opposed. Ling Wang sides with the civil officials, advocating for a courteous reception to showcase the grandeur of our Dalì Dynasty. Yu Wang, however, suspects ill intent from the Northern Frontier and urges heightened vigilance, aligning largely with the military commanders.”

Grand Princess Yi De dropped fish food into the basin. As the koi swam eagerly to devour it, a faint smile touched her lips. “The struggles in the court have been ongoing for quite some time. Let them be. Yao’er, the New Year is approaching. Grandmother has prepared all your dowry. How is your wedding dress coming along?”

“Grandmother, I have personally overseen the main embroidery work, and it will be finished soon. After making a few final adjustments to the edges and corners, it will certainly be complete before the New Year.”

“Very well. I’ve had someone oversee Yue Wang’s mansion for you. The renovations are progressing splendidly and should be finished before the New Year. Everything is now in place, awaiting only your wedding day.” Grand Princess Yi De gazed at Mu Yunyao, her eyes brimming with reluctance. “You’ve only been back with Grandmother for a few days, yet you marry someone else. The thought of you leaving my side feels like my heart is being torn out.”

Mu Yunyao quickly set down her bamboo brush and approached the Grand Princess. Taking her hand, she gently rocked it. “Grandmother, even after I marry, I can still come visit you every day. It’s just a change of residence. Nothing different from now. Besides, I’ll be counting on you to back me up. If Yue Wang treats me poorly, I’ll come straight to you to complain. When that happens, you must help me deal with him.”

“Very well. If Junyue dares to upset you, Grandmother will be the first to object.”

Mu Yunyao’s smile widened, but before she could speak, a voice tinged with laughter reached her ears.

“How could I dare upset Yao’er?” Yue Wang entered, his eyes lighting up with amusement at the faint blush on Mu Yunyao’s cheeks.

Qu Mama hurried forward to take the white fur cloak from Yue Wang’s shoulders, revealing a pale blue robe. Paired with the gentle smile now on his face, he truly embodied the image of a gentleman as graceful as jade, peerless in his bearing.

Grand Princess Yi De appraised Yue Wang, then turned her gaze to Mu Yunyao, whose delicate beauty resembled a dawn-blooming flower. She felt the two were perfectly matched, and the lingering reluctance in her heart gradually faded. Yet she persisted, “That cannot be said, Junyue. Your temperament is cold, utterly unsuited to Yao’er...”

Yue Wang quickly interjected, “Imperial Auntie, opposites attract—cold and warm are the perfect match...”

Mu Yunyao blushed even deeper, silently glaring at Yue Wang. Her maternal grandmother was clearly joking, yet this man dared to jump in.

Grand Princess Yi De’s smile broadened. “When love is deep, water tastes like honey. When love fades, honey loses its sweetness. You speak well now, but who can predict how things will be in the future?”

“Imperial Auntie, you know my character. I would never let Yao’er down...” Yue Wang felt a surge of urgency. Even though he knew Grand Princess Yi De was deliberately testing him, he made every effort to give his assurance. He couldn’t bear for Yunyao to harbor even the slightest doubt about their future together.

Seeing Yue Wang’s forehead beading with sweat, Xu Yanhan quickly interjected, “Mother, I’m reviewing Yao’er’s dowry list and have some uncertainties. Would you mind taking a look?”

Grand Princess Yi De smiled as she glanced at Mu Yunyao and Ning Junyue, then waved them away. “I’ll review the list myself. You two needn’t disturb me here.”

Yue Wang nodded hastily. “Yes, then Yao’er and I will withdraw.”

Before Mu Yunyao could say anything, Yue Wang pulled her out.

Seeing Yue Wang’s hand directly grasp Mu Yunyao’s, Grand Princess Yi De raised an eyebrow. “I used to think Junyue’s temperament was so aloof that he might end up alone forever. Who would’ve thought that after falling for someone, he’d change so completely.”

Xu Yanhan smiled quietly beside her. She was utterly satisfied with Yue Wang—whether back in Jingling City or now in the Capital, his devotion to Yunyao had never wavered. That alone was truly remarkable. “Yao’er’s disposition has changed quite a bit, too.”

In the past, she’d been wary of everyone and everything, always tense as a taut string. As her mother, Xu Yanhan, had worried constantly, fearing she might snap at any moment. Now, with Yue Wang by her side, she’d learned to rely on others. Her smile had grown far more vibrant than before. She only hoped these two children’s wedding would proceed smoothly, and that they would live happily ever after, growing old together in harmony.

Mu Yunyao was pulled out of the grand hall by Yue Wang. She quickly withdrew her fingers and fidgeted with her sleeves, uncomfortable. “Just now, in front of Grandmother, how could you... How could you be so rude?” Though she and Yue Wang were quite casual in private, she never dared to show the slightest disrespect to elders. His abrupt pulling her out earlier had left her deeply uncomfortable.

A smile lingered in Yue Wang’s eyes. Seeing Mu Yunyao adjust her sleeves, he reached out again, took her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, then spread her palm flat in his own, examining it carefully as if it were a precious treasure.

If he could, he would proclaim it to the world, letting heaven and earth bear witness, letting all rivers rejoice. He was about to marry, and the bride was the love of his life!

Embarrassed by his gaze, Mu Yunyao tried to pull her hand away, but her wrist was held firmly in place. She curled her fingers slightly, her pink fingertips turning pale. “Fourth Master, do you like it?”

Yue Wang nodded earnestly. “Graceful and serene, gentle and true, with delicate texture and perfectly proportioned bones. Yao’er’s fingers are slender as jade—naturally, they are utterly exquisite.” Unlike his own hands, whose palms were covered in calluses, thick enough to grasp thorns without feeling a prick.

Mu Yunyao tried to pinch his palm, but after exerting herself for a long while, her own fingers ached without leaving the slightest mark on his skin.

Seeing Mu Yunyao’s puffed-up expression, Yue Wang couldn’t help but laugh aloud: “Yao’er, why don’t we sit over in that pavilion?”

Mu Yunyao glanced at the pavilion, open on all sides and still dusted with snow, then looked at Yue Wang, who had come out without a cloak. She snorted inwardly. This man’s thoughts had become full of twists and turns, “Your clothes are thin, Fourth Master. The wind is strong by the pavilion. We should go to the side hall instead.” With that, she turned and headed straight for the side hall.

Yue Wang clenched his palm, as if trying to hold onto the lingering warmth she left behind, then followed Mu Yunyao with a smile.

Stepping into the side hall, they were immediately enveloped in a wave of fragrant warmth. Yue Wang surveyed the furnishings, his eyes sparkling. He had been here before, and while the basic layout remained unchanged, many new touches had been added—details that warmed the heart.

He approached the desk, pinching the soft welcome pillow resting nearby. A smile touched his lips. “Yao’er, my back has been aching these past few days.”

Mu Yunyao set aside the half-brewed teacup and hurried to Yue Wang’s side. “What’s wrong?”

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Incurable Chapter 58 Part 2

The rain fell for half the day, dispersing the lingering mist. Mu Wan stayed in her room reading and napping, while Liu Qianxiu engaged in his spiritual practice. Around one o’clock in the afternoon, after she awoke from her nap, Liu Qianxiu pushed open the door and entered.

Liu Qianxiu had changed into a new set of Taoist robes. His posture was straight and tall, his aura pure and cool, giving him an ethereal, otherworldly air. Seeing him, she set down the book in her hands, opened her arms, and smiled.

Understanding her gesture, he walked over, lifted her off the bed, and kissed her lips.

“Get ready. We’re going fishing.”

The fishing spot was at the Qingyuan River behind the mountain. Mu Wan propped herself up, looked down at him, and asked, “Aren’t you going to meditate?”

“Mhm.” Liu Qianxiu placed her back on the bed and fetched her shoes.

“This doesn’t seem right,” Mu Wan murmured, gazing out the window at the silent main hall. “Weren’t you here for seclusion? What if Master disapproves when you leave?”

He sat on the bedside, listening to her chatter. Only after she finished did he ask, “Who said I came for seclusion?”

Mu Wan froze.

While she was lost in thought, Liu Qianxiu slipped her other shoe on. He leaned down, gently hooked her nose with his finger—an intimate, doting gesture.

“I came to play with you.”

His face was inches away, clear and handsome. A little flower bloomed in Mu Wan’s heart, its petals sweet and fragrant. She stood up, her excitement bubbling over. “Then let’s go.”

They grabbed their fishing gear and followed the back mountain path toward the Qingyuan River. The grass on either side of the trail was rain-soaked, leaving their legs damp with each step.

Mu Wan adored the back mountain for its vast bamboo groves—the leaves were a vibrant green, and the air carried the faint, refreshing scent of bamboo. She followed Liu Qianxiu, admiring his Taoist robe as it fluttered with each step. He exuded an aura of both chivalry and Taoist grace, utterly captivating.

Though they came to catch fish, it was really just an excuse to play. Mu Wan slipped off her shoes and let Liu Qianxiu lead her onto the boat. Once they reached the river’s center, Liu Qianxiu cast the net, and the two of them lay back on the boat.

After a half-day of rain, the sky had cleared. Beneath the blue heavens, large, fluffy white clouds drifted like tangled masses of cotton candy.

The fishing net descended into the river. The boat drifted motionless in the center of the calm, crystal-clear waters, like a painting.

Mu Wan felt completely at ease. Lying against Liu Qianxiu, she gazed at the blue sky and white clouds, breathing in the fresh air after the autumn rain. The river murmured, the small boat rocked gently. Time and the world seemed to stand still.

Resting her head on Liu Qianxiu’s chest, she watched him read a book. The pages carried the scent of incense from the main hall, fresh and natural. Mu Wan rolled over, and Liu Qianxiu looked up at her. Her eyes were fixed on the book cover—another ancient text, written in classical Chinese, with sparse lines of text. Within its pages lay profound, inexplicable wisdom.

“Did you bring your homework here?” Mu Wan asked with a smile.

He set the book aside, smiling as he gently pinched her earlobe. “It’s a habit.”

It truly was a habit. He was quiet most of the time, and when he was quiet, he read. The book lay to one side, pages fluttering in the breeze. Mu Wan scanned a few lines.

The characters were traditional Chinese. She could recognize about eighty to ninety percent of them, but the meaning within? She didn’t understand. In front of Liu Qianxiu and the others, she was practically illiterate.

“If you keep reading like this, how many books will it take?” Mu Wan mused. “Master Xuan Qingzi must have finished reading them all by now, right?”

“No,” Liu Qianxiu denied, his eyes veiled in mist. He tucked her jet-black hair behind her ear and said, “Each book offers different insights when read at different times. Daoist cultivation emphasizes enlightenment, not quantity. Master has pursued enlightenment for nearly eighty years, yet the books remain the same.”

Muwan didn’t fully grasp his explanation, but she caught the key point. Her eyes widened as she asked, “Master has pursued enlightenment for nearly eighty years... How old is he this year?”

“Eighty-two,” Liu Qianxiu replied.

In the entertainment industry, celebrities place utmost importance on maintaining their appearance, yet no one can defy the passage of time. Even those who seem to age slowly over decades cannot hide their signs of aging once they reach eighty.

Xuan Qingzi appeared only sixty, yet was actually eighty-two. What kind of immortal was this?

Mu Wan studied Liu Qianxiu’s features closely. He was six or seven years older than her, yet in reality, he looked much like men her own age.

Mu Wan raised her hand and brushed his cheek. “Will you stay this young forever?”

A soft sigh escaped his throat as Liu Qianxiu clasped her hand.

“My future is spent entirely with you.” He kissed her fingertips, a faint smile touching his lips. “See for yourself.”

His kisses made her fingers tingle, and his words stirred something deep within her. Mu Wan laughed, meeting his dark eyes. She shifted, wanting to climb up to his level. The moment she moved, he caught her waist and pulled her close.

His future was spent with her. How long would that future last?

Mu Wan cupped his cheeks with both hands, leaning down to kiss him. Their soft lips entwined, a gentle breeze unable to dispel their tenderness. She kissed him lightly, a soft laugh escaping her lips.

“Liu Qianxiu,” she murmured, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly. “Do you have pre-wedding jitters? Is that why you brought me to this Taoist temple to meditate and clear my mind?”

His fingers tangled in her hair as he gazed directly into her eyes, his expression heavy with tenderness and adoration.

“Afraid of what?”

Afraid... She didn’t know what she was afraid of either.

She licked her lips and asked, “Aren’t you afraid?”

Her voice was soft and sweet. Her hair fell over her ears, a slant of sunlight filtering through the dark strands beside her ear, illuminating her cheek with a soft, delicate glow.

“Mhm.” Liu Qianxiu nodded, his smile breaking through like sunlight piercing a valley.

“I fear you won’t marry me.”

Mu Wan rested her head against his chest. His words vibrated against her skin as she listened to his heartbeat, and she smiled.

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Mu Wan returned to her room, where the light from the main hall shone through the window. The flickering lamplight cast elongated shadows on the square tiles outside the hall—three shadows, though she couldn’t tell which one belonged to Liu Qianxiu. She sat on the bed watching for a while, barely turning two pages of her book before drowsiness overtook her. She fell asleep clutching the book.

After an unknown period, Liu Qianxiu returned. The night air was chilly, and he carried a hint of that coolness with him, along with the rich scent of sandalwood incense from the main hall. Mu Wan inhaled the fragrance, and her body, warmed by sleep, rolled into his embrace.

The contact between their contrasting temperatures sent a shiver through both of them. Half-asleep, Mu Wan clung to him and murmured, “You’re back.”

“Mhm.” Liu Qianxiu raised his hand to touch her cheek, but hesitated, aware his fingers were too cold. He pulled the thin blanket over her instead. Lying on his side, he held her close in his arms.

Sandalwood had a calming effect. Mu Wan wanted to say more to Liu Qianxiu, but drowsiness overwhelmed her, and she eventually drifted off. They had all the time in the world; why rush to speak tonight?

Breathing in the faint, lingering scent of sandalwood, Mu Wan slept exceptionally soundly and comfortably. She went to bed early and woke early. Upon waking, she shifted slightly beneath the thin blanket. The bed retained some warmth, but he was no longer there.

Opening her eyes, Mu Wan surveyed her surroundings. Coming to her senses, she rose from the bed.

It was only 6:30 a.m. The sun rose early in the mountains, bringing light quickly, yet the air held a dampness that gathered into thick fog. Mist swirled and rose as Mu Wan stood outside the hall, gazing at the divine statue within the main sanctuary. She heard the sound of sweeping outside.

Mu Wan stepped outside. The fog was thick there, too. Looking up, she could only make out the peaks of the opposite mountain range. The air felt damp, as if rain were imminent.

“Sister, you’re awake?” The weather had turned cooler, and leaves were beginning to fall. Qing Chan wore a Taoist robe, her hair tied in a bun. At her feet, a small broom had already gathered a pile of fallen leaves. His small frame stood straight and tall as he held the broom and smiled at Mu Wan.

“You’re up so early?” Mu Wan approached and pinched his cheek. They were much closer now than before; Qingchan let her pinch him, his little face flushed rosy.

“We must rise at six for morning practice,” Qingchan replied. “Master has gone to the bamboo grove for his morning practice. Junior Brother is by the cliffside—I took you to see him last time.”

Muwan heard this and felt a strong urge to find Liu Qianxiu. But she remembered how warm his sleeping spot still felt when she rose—he must have left only recently.

“Are you going to find Junior Brother?” Qingchan asked, tilting his head when she fell silent.

“No,” Mu Wan smiled, tugging at his topknot. “Do you still have the broom? I’ll help you sweep the fallen leaves.”

Having company naturally pleased Qingchan. Though he’d been a Taoist novice at the temple since childhood, he still retained a childlike nature, unlike Liu Qianxiu and Xuan Qingzi, who were reserved and aloof.

But they’d only swept together for a short while when a light rain began to fall. Qingchan picked up the broom, frowned, and took Mu Wan’s hand. “Sister, I’ll go bring Master an umbrella. You go bring Junior Brother one.”

Having a reason to visit Liu Qianxiu, Mu Wan readily agreed. After she nodded, Qing Chan handed her an oil-paper umbrella. Holding it open, Mu Wan hurried along the path toward the cliff edge.

The rain fell neither too hard nor too soft, pattering rhythmically on the oil-paper umbrella. Drops pooled together, trickling down onto the wild grasses by the path. Mu Wan quickened her pace and soon reached the cliff’s edge.

Liu Qianxiu sat cross-legged in meditation at the cliff’s edge, his tall, lean silhouette facing away. His blue Taoist robe was already half-soaked.

“Liu Qianxiu,” Mu Wan called out.

Liu Qianxiu snapped back to awareness, turning his head. His eyes, once hazy like distant mountain mists, gradually sharpened as he looked at her. He rose from the cushion. Mu Wan stepped forward, extending her arm to steady him.

He was too tall, and Mu Wan struggled slightly to support him. Liu Qianxiu gripped her waist with one hand while the other grasped the umbrella handle, taking it from her.

Raindrops slid down the man’s face. His cold, pale skin made the droplets look icy. Mu Wan frowned deeply, wiping his face as she said, “Didn’t you know it was raining?”

Liu Qianxiu took her hand. Their palms met—his was dry and cool.

Liu Qianxiu looked up at the falling rain and said, “It’s getting heavier.”

“You didn’t know it was raining?” Mu Wan laughed incredulously, her hand still held in his. She tilted her head back to look at him. “Nothing in the outside world can shake your pure heart, right?”

A fine misty rain fell, shrouding the cliff walls and the pine and cypress trees on the mountain in a haze, like a fairyland—a gentle breeze swept by. Liu Qianxiu lowered his gaze slightly, meeting her eyes.

“Yes.” He lowered his head to kiss her lips softly, murmuring, “The only thing that can shake my heart is you.”

The fine rain seemed laced with honey, even the cool breeze carrying a sweetness. Mu Wan tilted her head back to look at him, her eyes crinkling with laughter. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.

Even clad in his Taoist robes, he remained utterly captivating.

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~ BLOOD HAS NOT YET RUN COLD ~

To scheme against the Li family and the Northern Frontier, a substantial sum of silver must be allocated. After pondering for a long while, Mu Yunyao left the Palace and made her way to Ni Yun Fang.

Caiyi and the others brought the most recent ledgers upstairs as instructed. After sipping from her teacup, Mu Yunyao swiftly began flipping through them. The room was quiet, broken only by the crisp clatter of abacus beads colliding.

After reviewing most of the ledgers and carefully considering the specific sums involved, Mu Yunyao found the figures satisfactory. She then looked up at Liu Liang: “Liu Liang, any news about Qi Ming?”

“Reporting to Master, Qi Ming still has not sent word. However, regarding Yi Bao Xuan, this subordinate discovered someone secretly altering the ledgers.”

“The ledgers stored at Yi Bao Xuan have all been altered. The genuine ledgers are kept at Ni Yun Fang. Let the Li family tamper with theirs if they wish. Pay them no mind.” A thought struck Mu Yunyao, and she suddenly asked, “Liu Liang, do you know anything about the Northern Frontier?”

Liu Liang snapped his head up, his eyes darting nervously. “Miss, why are you suddenly asking about the Northern Frontier?”

Observing his expression, Mu Yunyao felt a sense of understanding. Judging by Liu Liang’s reaction, her earlier suspicions were correct—this man was highly likely from the Northern Frontier. “As you’ve seen, the Li family has connections to the royal family of the Northern Frontier. I thought it would be useful to learn more about it. In addition, in about half a month, the envoy from the Northern Frontier will arrive in the Dali Dynasty.”

Envoys from the Northern Frontier? Liu Liang lowered his head, his eyes growing even more vacant. After a long moment, he tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand and gradually regained his composure. “This subordinate has some knowledge of the Northern Frontier. The current Northern Frontier King is Helian Ye, the second son of the previous King. He excels in military command, possesses a domineering temperament, and harbors immense ambition. He has two full brothers, Helian Chu and Helian Tan. These three brothers trusted each other implicitly and jointly eliminated all other heirs to the Northern Frontier throne. After Helian Ye ascended as the new ruler, he bestowed lavish rewards upon his two brothers. Presently, the Northern Frontier can be described as a realm of three coexisting kings. Yet externally, the brothers present a united front, constantly scheming to take a bite out of the Dali Dynasty...”

Mu Yunyao studied Liu Liang. Though his voice remained as measured and unhurried as ever, a closer listen revealed an almost imperceptible undertone of disgust.

Under Mu Yunyao’s gaze, Liu Liang’s expression tightened with tension. “Miss, do you have any instructions?”

“Nothing. I didn’t expect you to possess such deep knowledge of the Northern Frontier royal family.”

Liu Liang opened his mouth, meeting Mu Yunyao’s clear, piercing gaze that seemed to see through everything. His heart sank, his mouth filling with bitterness. With her intelligence, Miss had likely already guessed his origins from his expressions and words. At this thought, an inexplicable panic gripped him. If she knew his true identity, would she still be willing to take him in?

Recalling his previous existence as a mere shell of a man, he looked at Mu Yunyao before him, and his face grew pale. He wanted to stay by her side—even if it meant maintaining a humble posture, even if he could only see her occasionally or receive a fleeting glance. He would gladly remain in her presence.

For only when he was near her did he feel truly alive, as if his heart still beat and his blood hadn’t yet grown cold...

Staring at the figure kneeling before her, eyes vacant as if cast out by the world, Mu Yunyao’s heart softened: ”I was just saying something casually, you don’t need to think too much about it. I’ve said it before, as long as you don’t want to talk, I’ll always regard you only as Liu Liang. I won’t pry into your true identity. Of course, as I’ve said before, if you wish to leave, I won’t force you to stay. If there’s anything you need help with, as long as it’s within my power, I will certainly see it done.”

Liu Liang’s heart leapt with joy, and a flicker of color returned to his hollow eyes: “I wish to remain by your side, Miss, as your subordinate for life.”

Mu Yunyao replied with a playful tone: “Well, I’ve certainly struck gold then. Spending just six taels of silver, I’ve gained a mountain of treasure for free.”

Liu Liang felt flustered. Watching Mu Yunyao’s smiling face, he forced a small smile. Unfortunately, after so long without expression, his attempt looked unnatural. After struggling for a moment, he looked up only to find Mu Yunyao had already turned her attention back to the ledger.

After finishing her audit, Mu Yunyao carefully reviewed the plans in her mind. Satisfied there were few oversights, she instructed, “Liu Liang, with the Northern Frontier envoy arriving, it’s time to implement the plans I devised. Proceed with utmost caution. At the first sign of trouble, withdraw immediately. Take no risks whatsoever.”

“Yes, Miss. Rest assured.”

In the Imperial Court, news of the Northern Frontier envoy’s imminent arrival sent ripples of unease through the assembly. While the civil officials remained largely indifferent, the military commanders clenched their teeth in fury at the mere mention of the Northern Frontier.

Though many regions of the Northern Frontier remained culturally underdeveloped, their combat prowess was exceptionally fierce. Their cavalry, in particular, was formidable. Northern Frontier men grew up alongside horses—their environment dictated a life spent on horseback from childhood. By adulthood, their mastery of the steed was second nature. Combined with their imposing stature and formidable strength, a hundred-man cavalry squad charging with heavy broadswords swept through like a whirlwind of steel. Wherever they passed, blood ran deep, and even a thousand men struggled to close ranks.

Moreover, the Northern Frontier tribes were notoriously brutal. When they raided villages, they took everything they could carry and burned the rest to the ground. Massacres were commonplace, sparing neither infants nor young children. Few captives fell into their hands and survived.

“Your Majesty, this humble servant believes our Dali Dynasty is a land of courtesy. Visitors are our guests. We should properly entertain the Northern Frontier envoys, allowing them to experience the customs and traditions of our Dali Dynasty.”

“Your Majesty, I agree. It is a fundamental principle of diplomacy that envoys are not harmed. Regardless of the North Frontier’s past actions, its initiative in sending envoys demonstrates a desire for friendship. Our Dali Dynasty must not compromise our dignity by quarreling with a barbaric minor state.”

Most civil officials favored seizing this opportunity to establish friendly relations with the Northern Frontier, but the military commanders vehemently opposed it.

“Exchange courtesies with the Northern Frontier? Why not ask the souls of the Dali subjects who perished beneath their blades and hooves if they consent? Why not ask the fallen soldiers who clashed with them on the battlefield, fighting to the death, if they approve?”

“Your Majesty, having commanded troops against the Northern Frontier for so long, this humble servant understands their nature well. They are born plunderers, with boundless ambitions. Their arrival this time surely harbors ill intent. I beseech Your Majesty to issue decrees for heightened vigilance.”

Before long, the civil and military officials erupted into a tumultuous argument.

The Emperor cleared his throat. Xu Li immediately stepped forward and bellowed, “Silence!”

The officials hastily knelt and bowed. “We beg Your Majesty’s forgiveness.”

The Emperor coughed twice, then turned his gaze to Ling Wang and Yu Wang below the podium. “Do you two have any better suggestions?”

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~ WHEN YOU’RE SLEEPY, SOMEONE BRINGS YOU A PILLOW ~

The Third Prince’s personal guards stood silently by. Since his confinement, His Royal Highness Jin Wang had become unpredictable in his moods. Just days ago, he even ordered the execution of a maid who washed his feet, simply because the water she brought was too hot. The atmosphere throughout the Third Prince’s residence had grown oppressively heavy.

After a long while, the Third Prince finally calmed down and ordered in a deep voice, “Prepare ink and paper. I must write a letter of repentance to His Majesty.”

Now that his eyesight had returned, regaining the use of his legs was only a matter of time. The struggle for the throne had reached a critical juncture. He could not afford to be sidelined. Otherwise, he would never again have a chance to reach that high position.

Are Kings, Princes, Generals, and Ministers born into their positions? Not at all. And as for Imperial Princes, they were all sons of the Emperor. There was no reason the throne should fall solely to Ling Wang or Yu Wang. He, too, would strive with all his might.

“Yes, Your Royal Highness.” The personal guard swiftly brought the writing implements. The Third Prince continued flipping through the scrolls.

A look of delight crossed the Third Prince’s face. Yet, upon reaching the section detailing the banquet, he froze in shock: “The Li family accused Yue Wang of not being the Emperor’s son?”

The guard nodded. “Yes, and they even implicated Grand Princess Yi De. But the Emperor dismissed it entirely, executing the witnesses on the spot. He declared before all officials that Yue Wang would always be his son. Moreover, they accused Grand Princess Yi De of deliberately concealing Yue Wang’s identity to confuse the imperial bloodline.”

“Ha ha ha!” Hearing of Ling Wang and the Li family’s actions, the Third Prince burst into loud laughter. “Ling Wang is truly a fool!”

Grand Princess Yi De’s status was too unique. As the Eldest Princess, she had supported the Emperor all the way to the throne, and her bond with the Emperor was exceptionally deep. Unless one were tired of living, no one would dare test the depth of Grand Princess Yi De’s influence.

The guards stood silently at attention, heads bowed.

Suddenly, the Third Prince’s lips twitched. His gaze fixed intently on a specific date, his expression darkening instantly: “The eighteenth of the first month...”

“His Majesty has already issued an edict granting a marriage between His Royal Highness Yue Wang and Princess Wenxian. The wedding is set for the eighteenth of the first month.”

The Third Prince narrowed his eyes. After a long silence, he swiftly spread out paper and began writing.

Three days later, a thick, ten-thousand-word letter of repentance arrived on the Emperor’s desk.

In the letter, the Third Prince candidly admitted his past transgressions and expressed profound remorse. He recounted memories from his childhood, continuing through his reflections in the darkness after losing his sight. Every word was heartfelt, every sentence deeply moving. It was said that upon finishing the letter, the Emperor shed tears. Disregarding Xu Li’s pleas, He left the Palace to visit the Third Prince’s residence.

Mu Yunyao combed her hair before a bronze mirror, leisurely selecting which hairpin to wear.

Jin Qiao vividly recounted beside her: “Miss, word has spread far and wide. They say when His Majesty arrived at the Third Prince’s quarters, he found the Prince clutching one of his old garments and weeping. The sight perfectly embodied the phrase ‘tears streaming down his face.’ Upon seeing the Emperor, the Prince was so overcome that he toppled from his chair. That garment was worn by Jin Wang during his illness many years ago, and the Emperor had stayed up all night tending to him. The Third Prince had carefully preserved it ever since.”

Jin Qiao couldn’t help but curl her lip as she spoke. When she first heard the story, it hadn’t struck her as odd, but now that she was retelling it, it felt strangely peculiar. Besides, the Third Prince’s keeping a garment from so many years ago showed remarkably long-term thinking.

Mu Yunyao’s lips curved slightly. “His Royal Highness the Third Prince has every reason to be moved.” Only this emotion wasn’t sparked by the Emperor’s arrival, but by the fact that he had finally regained his sight.

“And Miss, it’s said His Royal Highness the Third Prince has lost all appetite lately. He spends his days in repentance, neither shaving nor changing his clothes. With his garments soaked through from weeping, he looks utterly pitiful. The Emperor was furious and immediately ordered punishment for the servants attending to the Third Prince. He also declared that before your marriage to His Royal Highness Yue Wang, the Third Prince would be restored to his title as Jin Wang. After all, as an elder brother, it was inappropriate for him to remain without rank. Many officials are now watching to see if the Third Prince’s legs might recover. Compared to aligning with the hot-tempered and reckless Ling Wang or the upright and meticulous Yu Wang, they prefer to pledge allegiance to Jin Wang.

Mu Yunyao selected a Danyang pearl-adorned hairpin and gently inserted it into her hair. After examining it closely for a moment, she nodded with satisfaction. “What response has there been from Ling Wang’s side?”

“Reporting to Miss, Ling Wang’s residence remained very quiet initially.”

Mu Yunyao raised an eyebrow slightly. “Quiet?” Even if he wasn’t fuming, Ling Wang should be plotting against Jin Wang to prevent him from disrupting the crucial matter of selecting the crown prince. How could he be quiet?

“Three days have passed since His Majesty visited the Third Prince’s residence, yet Ling Wang has only sent people to spread rumors. This is entirely unlike the Li family’s usual style.” Jin Qiao also found it deeply puzzling. “Could it be they’ve given up hope on the Third Prince’s claim to the throne, so they’ve simply let him be, showing no interest at all?”

Mu Yunyao chuckled softly. “If Ling Wang could see things as clearly as you suggest, perhaps the selection of the crown prince this year could succeed without any deliberate maneuvering.”

Just then, Jin Lan entered carrying a teacup. “Miss, news has just arrived from outside the Palace. Envoys from the Northern Frontier have been dispatched and are expected to reach the Capital in just over half a month.”

Mu Yunyao’s eyes widened sharply. She looked up immediately. “What did you say? The Northern Frontier has sent an envoy?”

“Yes.”

The last time envoys were exchanged between the two nations had been over a decade ago. In recent years, relations between the Dali Dynasty and the Northern Frontier had grown increasingly tense. Northern Frontier cavalry frequently harassed the Dali Dynasty’s border, driving many to abandon their homes and relocate to nearby cities for survival. Even so, numerous lives were lost each year—and naturally, the Northern Frontier suffered its share of casualties as well.

The two nations had long become mortal enemies. This sudden dispatch of envoys inevitably brought the Li family to mind.

Mu Yunyao suddenly recalled another matter: “Wait—the Northern Frontier envoy arrived in just over half a month. Doesn’t that coincide precisely with the timing for nominating the Crown Prince?”

“Indeed,” Jin Lan nodded. “I wonder if it will have any impact.”

“If this Northern Frontier envoy’s arrival truly connects to the Li family, then this Crown Prince nomination is unlikely to succeed,” Mu Yunyao mused, her lips curving into a faint smile.

Jin Qiao was puzzled: “Miss, haven’t you always hoped for Yu Wang to become Crown Prince? Why do you seem so unconcerned now, even pleased?”

Mu Yunyao’s smile deepened: “The Emperor has his own plans for selecting the Crown Prince. Whether it happens sooner or later makes little difference. It’s the Northern Frontier envoys we need to strategize about carefully.”

She and Yue Wang had plotted to undermine both the Li family and the Northern Frontier. But the Northern Frontier lay so far away that communication was difficult. Merely establishing contact between the Third Prince and the Northern Frontier was troublesome enough, let alone the other schemes they had in mind. Now, the Northern Frontier envoy had practically delivered himself to their doorstep. It was truly like someone bringing a pillow just when you were feeling sleepy. She intended to seize this opportunity with both hands.

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Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 613

~ ONLY WHEN YOU LOSE SOMETHING DO YOU LEARN TO CHERISH IT ~

Imperial Concubine Li’s face twisted upon hearing Mu Yunyao’s words. If she could find the person who poisoned her, why go through all this trouble? She would have seized them long ago for interrogation and demanded the antidote. Moreover, with such a vicious poison, whether an antidote even existed was uncertain. “Yunyao, is there truly no other way to counter this ‘Scratching Beauty’s Face’ poison?”

Mu Yunyao shook her head. “No.”

Imperial Concubine Li bit her lip hard, the last glimmer of hope fading from her eyes. “I understand. Thank you both for today. I shall send a token of my gratitude in due course.”

“Your Royal Highness, there’s no need for formalities.”

After the disheartened Imperial Concubine Li departed with her entourage, Poisonous Lady winked at Mu Yunyao: “Did you deliberately steer her toward the Northern Frontier?”

Mu Yunyao feigned confusion: “I merely examined her pulse as usual. What are you implying?”

“I’ve never heard of this ‘Scratching Beauty’s Face Poison’ before, or of flowers being poisonous while the leaves provide the antidote. Your Royal Highness, where did you find such miraculous herbs? Bring them over so I can see them and broaden my horizons?” Poisonous Lady said, reaching out to tickle Mu Yunyao.

Mu Yunyao quickly pleaded for mercy. “Alright, alright, I admit I was wrong. I’ll tell you the truth—I did indeed want to implicate Imperial Concubine Li with the Northern Frontier.”

“Why? Could it be you suspect the Li family has ties to the Northern Frontier?” Poisonous Lady pondered inwardly. Though Mu Yunyao occasionally used poisons, she never abused them. To fabricate a lie about poison like this today, and to deceive none other than the Imperial Concubine, was utterly unheard of.

“Not suspicion, but I’m certain. The Li family secretly maintains ties with the Northern Frontier royal family.”

Poisonous Lady couldn’t help but frown. “Are the Li family plotting treason?”

“That remains to be seen. The matter runs too deep. It requires time to unravel bit by bit. My earlier misdirection of Imperial Concubine Li served two purposes: first, to probe her reactions— to see if her expression changed when the Northern Frontier was mentioned. Secondly, it was to provoke her into action. For years, the Li family has supported Ling Wang in the front court, gathering court officials and building strength. Meanwhile, the Imperial Concubine Li has controlled Palace affairs in the inner quarters, managing the Emperor’s harem and even meddling with the Internal Affairs Department. If the Li family truly harbors treasonous intentions, the consequences are truly alarming.”

Poisonous Lady nodded. “Rest assured about Imperial Concubine Li. With me here, the imperial physicians won’t diagnose her symptoms before you speak. Her rash will persist indefinitely. Once she returns, she’ll certainly question the physicians. I’ll also reach out to several physicians I know, enriching their knowledge of poisons to ensure not a single flaw.”

Mu Yunyao smiled and nodded. “Good. Thank you for your efforts.”

“Between us, there’s no need for such formalities.”

After returning, Imperial Concubine Li summoned physicians to inquire about treatment. Some claimed ignorance, while others suddenly seemed enlightened, describing the “Scratching Beauty’s Face Poison” with astonishing detail—even vividly depicting the appearance of the flowers. With all hope of a happy ending gone, Imperial Concubine Li immediately dispatched a message to the Li family, pleading for their assistance in uncovering the truth.

As the birth mother of Ling Wang, Imperial Concubine Li was the sole pillar holding her own against Imperial Concubine Qi in the imperial harem. The Li family could not abandon her now. They secretly contacted the Northern Frontier, demanding an explanation. This poison was unheard of. Even the Imperial Physicians possessed limited knowledge of it. In the Dali Dynasty, it had never been mentioned before. Its sudden appearance on Imperial Concubine Li’s face immediately led the Li family to suspect the Northern Frontier.

The Li family’s atmosphere was exceptionally gloomy due to the investigation into their trade routes and the incident involving Imperial Concubine Li. In stark contrast, the Third Prince’s residence held a completely different mood. A middle-aged physician carefully removed the bandage covering Ning Jun Jin’s eyes: “Your Royal Highness, the poison has damaged your eyes. Even if your sight is restored, it will be exceptionally fragile and requires careful protection. You must avoid exertion for the next few days.”

The Third Prince clenched his fists tightly, struggling to contain his emotions. Only when the gauze was fully removed and the blinding light flooded in did he abruptly relax. He turned his head to survey his surroundings, his eyes shining with an unusual brilliance. The man who never showed his feelings was now radiant with ecstasy: “I can see! I can see!”

The middle-aged physician smiled with confidence. “Of course. I promised Your Royal Highness I would fulfill my pledge and restore your sight.”

Overwhelmed with joy, the Third Prince stammered, “Doctor Gu, I shall never forget the kindness you showed me today in treating my eyes. I will repay you generously in the future.”

“No need for repayment. I admire Your Royal Highness’s character and have heard of Your Royal Highness’s achievements in Jiangnan. It pained me to see you misunderstood, condemned to a lifetime in darkness. Restoring your sight was only the beginning. Your leg ailment is severe and will require considerable time and some hardship to treat.”

Ning Jun Jin now trusted this Divine Doctor Gu implicitly. Hearing this, he immediately nodded. “Thank you, Divine Doctor. As long as you can restore my legs to normal, I can endure any hardship.”

“Your Royal Highness is too kind. I shall retire now to prepare the herbs and see what else is needed.”

“Very well.”

Once the Divine Doctor Gu withdrew, the Third Prince could no longer contain his joy. His eyes greedily took in the surrounding scenery. Having lost it once, he now realized how precious the things he’d once taken for granted truly were. He tentatively touched his eyelids, his face contorted with ecstatic delight.

His personal guard waited quietly by his side. Only when the Third Prince had calmed somewhat did he speak: “Your Royal Highness, as you instructed, I’ve been monitoring court affairs and maintaining detailed daily records. Please review them.”

The Third Prince snapped back to attention. His brow furrowed sharply at the contents of the ledger. “Father is determined to appoint a Crown Prince before year’s end, bypassing the officials’ objections. Did Eldest Imperial Brother propose this idea?”

“Yes.”

“Hmph. Does he think he can single-handedly prop up the heavens now that I’m no longer obstructing him in court? Utterly delusional! And Yu Wang and Yue Wang, as expected, the barking dogs are the ones that bite. Those two have secretly joined forces, and from the start, they’ve subtly gained the Imperial Father’s support. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil. How are our contacts progressing?”

The guard’s expression turned troubled: “Your Royal Highness, I followed your orders to contact the court officials. However, nearly all of them refused to see me. As for the remaining few...”

The Third Prince’s expression turned cold: “What about the remaining few?”

“Even those who did meet with me only offered scornful remarks. Not a single one showed any intention of aligning with us again.”

“When I was in power, they all fawned and curried favor. Now that I’ve faced misfortune for a few days, they’ve forgotten how they once groveled and begged. Should I rise again, I shall make them all...” The murderous intent in the Third Prince’s eyes nearly solidified into substance, lingering for a long moment before gradually dissipating.

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Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife Chapter 612

~ SCRATCHING THE BEAUTY’S FACE ~

Seeing Mu Yunyao’s distant yet haughty expression, Imperial Concubine Li couldn’t help but recall the banquet earlier, where she had accused Mu Yunyao of secretly harming the Emperor. Yet now she found herself begging before her, feeling utterly humiliated.

She lifted her gaze to Grand Princess Yi De, her lips tightening slightly. Earlier, when the Grand Princess had instructed her to rise, she had stubbornly remained seated to demonstrate her sincerity. Now, she found herself unable to stand, forced to kneel before Mu Yunyao. The humiliation made her wish the ground would swallow her whole, while her resentment toward both women grew ever more intense.

Mu Yunyao naturally perceived Imperial Concubine Li’s thoughts, yet showed no intention of acknowledging them. She lowered her eyes slightly, waiting for Imperial Concubine Li to respond.

After a long pause, Imperial Concubine Li finally spoke: “Yunyao, some time ago, I mistakenly consumed something that caused my face to break out in a rash. The Palace Physicians treated me for a long time with no improvement. If anything, the rash grew worse. I’ve heard your medical skill surpasses even theirs, so I sought an audience with the Grand Princess to ask for your help in treating me.”

Mu Yunyao studied the Imperial Concubine’s features closely. She wore a veil that revealed only her forehead and eyes. Now, the area around her forehead and eyes was a deep crimson. At first glance, it might have been mistaken for a natural flush, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that the skin was covered in a dense cluster of tiny rashes. The sight sent a chill down one’s spine.

“My medical skills are limited. I’m afraid I cannot assist Your Royal Highness.”

Hearing this, Imperial Concubine Li grew anxious. “Yunyao, I know I’ve offended you before. Even publicly questioned your medical skills. But I was only concerned for His Majesty’s health, not targeting you personally. Later, I learned from the Imperial Physicians of your remarkable skill and have truly admired you since. That’s why I sought you out at Yuhua Palace. I beg you, as your elder, to help treat her.”

Fearing Mu Yunyao might refuse outright, the Imperial Concubine had no choice but to invoke seniority.

Grand Princess Yi De frowned upon hearing this: “Lady Li, I knew you were arrogant and overbearing, but I didn’t realize you also enjoyed bullying others with your status. You claim to be Yunyao’s elder, so you can disregard her wishes and force her to treat your facial rash. But I am also your elder. Does that mean I can disregard your wishes and force you to do things as well?”

Imperial Concubine Li’s face drained of color as she shook her head repeatedly in apology. “Your Royal Highness, I spoke without thinking. I beg your forgiveness. These past days have been agonizing, and my frustration has made me rash. Please forgive my thoughtless words.”

After hearing her words, Grand Princess Yi De’s slightly furrowed brow did not relax, her expression still carrying a trace of anger.

Recalling what Grand Princess Yi De had said earlier, Imperial Concubine Li gritted her teeth before turning to Mu Yunyao. She bowed slightly: “Yunyao, I spoke out of turn earlier...”

Mu Yunyao hastily stepped back, declining the bow. Instead, she agreed readily: “Your Royal Highness needn’t trouble yourself. I agree to treat you, though my medical skills are limited, and I cannot promise a cure. I have a friend named Poisonous Lady—the one who previously presented the plague remedy. You’ve likely heard of her. Her medical and poison arts are profound. If you trust me, I can seek her assistance.”

Imperial Concubine Li was overjoyed: “That would be most excellent. Yun Yao, thank you.” “Though her heart burned with fury, hearing Mu Yunyao agree made her feel her endurance had not been in vain.

Mu Yunyao smiled and nodded. “Then please, Imperial Concubine, proceed to the side hall. Carefully wash your cheeks with clean water. I see your face appears to have been treated with medicine. For a more accurate diagnosis, it would be best to cleanse it thoroughly.”

Imperial Concubine Li hastily nodded. “Very well, I’ll go now.”

After Imperial Concubine Li withdrew, Mu Yunyao turned to Grand Princess Yi De. “Thank you for keeping her here today, Grandmother.”

“It’s fortunate you mentioned wanting to investigate why Imperial Concubine Li could bear children. Otherwise, I never would have allowed her to enter the gates of Yuhua Palace.”

Mu Yunyao’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Then, Grandmother, I’ll go to the side hall to take a look.”

“Go ahead.”

Mu Yunyao had the Poisonous Lady summoned, and the two of them entered the side hall together to examine Imperial Concubine Li. After taking turns examining her pulse, they exchanged a glance and shook their heads slightly. Neither detected any abnormalities in Imperial Concubine Li’s pulse. It seemed they would have to look for clues among Li Qingzhou’s other sons.

Seeing Mu Yunyao remain silent for a long time after taking her pulse, Imperial Concubine Li couldn’t help but feel anxious. “Yunyao, what exactly is causing this rash on my face?”

“If I’m not mistaken, Your Royal Highness did indeed consume something poisonous,” Mu Yunyao replied. “The toxin you’ve ingested is called ‘Scratching Beauty’s Face.’ This poison originates from the Northern Frontier and is extracted from a rare plant. It’s exceedingly scarce and rarely found within the Dalì Dysnaty. Do you recall what you ate that led to your current condition?” After speaking, Mu Yunyao carefully studied Imperial Concubine Li’s expression. Yet upon hearing this, her countenance remained unchanged, showing no extra emotion—only concern for her own face.

“Yunyao, how might this poison be countered? Are you confident in a solution?” Mu Yuanyao wondered inwardly: Could it be that the Imperial Concubine Li was unaware of the Li family’s ties to the Northern Frontier? Or was her disguise so perfect that even she couldn’t detect a single flaw?

“Your Royal Highness, this poison could be considered extremely easy to counter or utterly impossible.”

“How can that be?” Extremely easy to cure and impossible to cure—wasn’t that a contradiction?

“It’s considered easy to cure because the plants used to extract the ‘Scratching Beauty’s Face’ poison are extraordinary. The flowers are poisonous, but the leaves and stems are the antidote. Crucially, it must be the exact plant material used to make the poison. Any substitute is ineffective. Typically, when concocting the poison, practitioners collect a portion of the leftover branches and leaves as a precaution, destroying the rest. Some leave no antidote at all. This allows them to watch the victim suffer a fate worse than death, for there is nothing left to counteract the poison—truly, it is unsolvable.”

After hearing this, Imperial Concubine Li turned deathly pale. “You... you mean this is true?”

“This poison is extremely rare. The Imperial Physicians likely never considered it. However, Your Royal Highness needs only inquire directly—they will surely recall it upon being asked.”

Imperial Concubine Li eyed Mu Yunyao suspiciously. If so many physicians had failed to identify it, how could she have recognized it at a glance? Could it be... she was the one who administered the poison?

Noticing the Imperial Concubine’s suspicion, Mu Yunyao maintained her smile: “Your Royal Highness, if you wish to find an antidote, it would be best to locate the person who administered the poison. That might offer some hope.”

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~ WHEN YOU ASK FOR HELP, YOU MUST HAVE THE RIGHT ATTITUDE ~

Mu Yunyao returned to the Yuhua Palace, and Poisonous Lady immediately sought her out: “There’s news from Jin Wang. His eyesight is starting to improve, albeit faintly. I plan to restore his sight first. We can’t rush his legs; healing them all at once would be too easy on him. Moreover, I specifically ordered that his treatment be made as painful as possible. That way, his resentment will only deepen.”

“Mhm.” Mu Yunyao suppressed a smile and nodded. With his sight restored, Jin Wang would surely be unable to resist stirring up trouble in the process of electing the Crown Prince.

After speaking, Poisonous Lady suddenly stood up, leaned close to Mu Yunyao, and reached out to rub her cheek. She narrowed her eyes, adopting an interrogative expression: “Didn’t you go to Ni Yun Fang today to embroider your wedding dress?”

“Yes, why?”

“Then why are there marks on your cheeks? They look like they were left from sleeping too deeply, and Yue Wang accompanied you out. Tell me carefully, what exactly happened?” As Poisonous Lady spoke, her tone had grown icy. Even if it were Yue Wang, if he had bullied Mu Yunyao, she would certainly help her get revenge.

Understanding the implication, Mu Yunyao flushed crimson and hurriedly pressed her to sit down. “What are you thinking? Do I seem like someone who lacks boundaries?”

“How should I know? Many women seem utterly intelligent, yet when it comes to matters of the heart, they become completely different people. Just like I was back then. I was so clever before, yet in the end, I was blindly infatuated with that man surnamed Han.” Poisonous Lady’s tone was thick with contempt, as if she longed to return to the past and slap that foolish version of herself awake.

“I’ve been so exhausted these past few days. I fell asleep on the way back. This pressure mark must have been left by accident.”

“Oh, that’s good then.” Poisonous Lady nodded. She, too, believed Mu Yunyao wouldn’t let herself suffer any loss.



As the two were talking, Jin Lan hurried in: “Miss, Imperial Concubine Li has come to seek an audience.”



“Imperial Concubine Li?” Mu Yunyao’s brows furrowed. “Wasn’t she confined to her quarters?”



“Yes, but after you left the Palace, Imperial Concubine Li petitioned the Emperor directly. The injuries on her face are too severe—the imperial physicians are at a loss and still haven’t identified the cause. She wishes to seek your assistance.” When she went to see him, many court officials were present. Ling Wang and Prime Minister Li pleaded on her behalf. The Emperor had no choice. Though he didn’t order you to treat her, he also didn’t extend her confinement.”

Before Mu Yunyao could respond, Poisonous Lady sneered coldly: “Hmph. She accused you of ulterior motives at the banquet, and now she dares to beg you to treat her face? Her shamelessness knows no bounds—I’d say she’s beyond redemption. Yunyao, pay her no mind. Even if you help someone like her, you’ll likely end up fearing she’ll turn on you in the end.”

Mu Yunyao smiled faintly, gesturing for her to calm down. “Rest assured, I won’t agree lightly. But she is the Imperial Concubine, and she’s sought help at the Yuhua Palace. Since I’m in the Palace, I should see her. I’ll head over first. Don’t speak recklessly—walls have ears. I might need your help later.”

Poisonous Lady blinked in surprise. “You’re asking for my help? You wouldn’t actually be thinking of repaying evil with kindness and treating Imperial Concubine Li’s rash, would you?”

Mu Yunyao shot her a look. “Have you forgotten what I asked you to investigate? Now we have the chance to examine Imperial Concubine Li’s pulse personally. Don’t you want to see for yourself why she’s the only one among Li Qingzhou’s offspring capable of bearing children?”

The Poisonous Lady suddenly understood and nodded eagerly. “Then call me over later to examine her pulse.” Worst case, she’d do as she had with Jin Wang—first treat her to make her better, then treat her to kill her. She had experience with that.

“Agreed.”

In the main hall of Yuhua Palace, Imperial Concubine Li knelt on the floor, her face concealed by a thick veil. She kept her head bowed, weeping incessantly. “Your Royal Highness, I beg you, you must help me, you must help me.”

The Grand Princess Yi De sat regally above, holding a finely crafted handwarmer. Her expression remained impassive, devoid of any flicker of emotion. “Imperial Concubine Li, pleading with me is futile. After all, I know nothing of medicine.”

Imperial Concubine Li raised her head, timidly glancing at the Grand Princess Yi De. “Your Royal Highness, I wish to ask Princess Wenxian for help, so...”

“If you want Yunyao’s assistance, then go plead with her yourself. Though I am her maternal grandmother, I cannot make decisions for her.” The Grand Princess Yi De’s expression grew even colder. If you want help, you must have the right attitude. Why come to me if you want Yunyao’s assistance?

Imperial Concubine Li was seething with anger, but on the surface, she put on a pitiful appearance. “Your Royal Highness...”

Qu Mama hurried in. “Your Royal Highness, the Princess has returned. She’s at the door, requesting to pay her respects.”

The Grand Princess Yi De’s expression softened. “Quickly, let Yao’er enter.”

The words caught in Imperial Concubine Li’s throat. She gritted her teeth silently, forcing herself to endure for now.

“Yunyao greets Grandmother. Yunyao pays Imperial Concubine Li respects.”

Mu Yunyao performed a half-kneeling bow, while Imperial Concubine Li knelt on the ground. This scene deeply humiliated Imperial Concubine Li, leading her to suspect that Mu Yunyao had come only to mock her. Yet, needing her favor, she forced a smile: “Yunyao, no need for such formalities.”

The Grand Princess Yi De beckoned Mu Yunyao to her side and inquired with a hint of amusement, “Didn’t you go to Ni Yun Fang today, Yao’er? Why have you returned so suddenly?”

Mu Yunyao wrapped her arms around the Grand Princess’s arm and said in a playful tone, “I’ve been leaving the Palace so often these past few days that I haven’t been able to keep Grandmother company properly. Today, seeing the heavy snow outside, I suddenly remembered you once mentioned how much you loved rose tea steeped in snowwater. So I came back early to have the snow swept from the plum blossoms, so that I could brew some tea for you.”

The Grand Princess Yi De’s smile deepened upon hearing this. She had indeed mentioned it months ago, and she never imagined Yunyao would remember it until today. A profound warmth filled her heart: “You’ve always been the most filial and thoughtful. Go to Grandmother’s treasury later and select some beautiful jewelry. In a few days, your mourning period will end. You can no longer dress so plainly. Grandmother has many treasured pieces tucked away—it’ll be up to your discernment to choose them.”

“Then Yao’er won’t be polite. I’ll definitely keep my eyes wide open and choose carefully.”

The two chatted animatedly, completely leaving Imperial Concubine Li out in the cold.

Imperial Concubine Li gritted her teeth. Seeing Mu Yun Yao and Grand Princess Yi De chatting endlessly, she seized a moment to interject: “Princess Wenxian, I’ve come with a request. I implore you to grant this favor.”

Mu Yunyao turned to look at Imperial Concubine Li, the warmth in her smile instantly fading. “Yunyao is foolish. What might I possibly do to assist Your Royal Highness?”

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Incurable Chapter 57 Part 2

Incense burned throughout the Taoist temple, its sandalwood scent more potent than at home. Mu Wan’s breathing grew heavier. Liu Qianxiu glanced down at her. Once she seemed nearly asleep, he rose to leave.

The instant he stood up, Mu Wan’s fingers tightened around his hand.

The room was quiet, bathed in gentle sunlight. Mu Wan’s palm was warm, and though her fingers clutched his, she showed no sign of opening her eyes. He sat back down, propping his other arm beside her, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“Still awake?” his voice was soft.

Her eyes remained closed, offering no reply. “Where are you going?”

His lips touched her cheek, a fleeting, soothing kiss. Liu Qianxiu said, “I’m going to prepare dinner. You sleep first. I’ll wake you later.”

Mu Wan didn’t answer. She had already drifted off.

Mu Wan lay on her side, her thick, jet-black hair spilling around the pillow. Her small, palm-sized face was exceptionally fair, delicate brows still slightly furrowed as if she’d left words unsaid.

His eyes held an unwavering tenderness. Liu Qianxiu pressed a light kiss to her lips, released her hand, and rose to leave.

Mu Wan slept soundly and deeply. When she awoke, shadows had already settled over the room. She vaguely recalled that Liu Qianxiu had mentioned he would prepare dinner before she fell asleep. Judging by the time, it must be nearly dinner hour.

She rose from the bed, slipped on her shoes, and opened the door to step outside.

As the door opened, the calming, invigorating scent of sandalwood filled her nostrils. The sky was ablaze with crimson clouds, a beauty so pure and clear it lifted her spirits effortlessly.

The moment Mu Wan stepped outside, Qing Chan spotted her. He was still holding the toy she’d bought for him, trotting over with a cheerful call, “Sister~ You’re awake?”

The little Taoist disciple wore a Taoist robe and a topknot, looking exceptionally adorable as a miniature Taoist priest. Mu Wan reached out to pinch the topknot on his head and asked with a smile, “Where are your Junior Brother and Master?”

“Junior Brother is preparing dinner, and Master is in seclusion...” Qing Chan replied.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a voice called out, “Qing Chan.”

The voice carried a hint of age and ethereality. Mu Wan paused slightly, lifting her eyes to see Xuan Qingzi standing at the main hall’s entrance, clad in Taoist robes.

Xuan Qingzi appeared to be in his sixties. He wore his hair long, the black-and-white strands tied into a Taoist topknot. His dark-colored robe clung to his lean frame, his features sharp and austere.

Mu Wan regarded him, bowing politely and greeting, “Greetings, Master.”

Xuan Qingzi knew Liu Qianxiu and Mu Wan would come. Qingyuan Monastery was merely a place for him and Qing Chan to practice seclusion. He held no qualms about a woman visiting. He gave a slight nod in response.

Taoist priests often carried an aura of cool detachment, but Mu Wan didn’t feel coldly dismissed. Standing there, however, she found herself at a loss for words. Just as awkwardness threatened to settle in, Liu Qianxiu’s voice reached her.

“Master.”

Xuan Qingzi turned, meeting Liu Qianxiu’s gaze. His stern eyes softened with a hint of affection. Xuan Qingzi was an old friend of Liu Qianxiu’s grandfather, having known him since childhood and essentially watching him grow up. To Liu Qianxiu, Xuan Qingzi was also an elder.

After exchanging greetings, Liu Qianxiu introduced Mu Wan to Xuan Qingzi. Xuan Qingzi nodded in acknowledgment, and the group proceeded to the back courtyard for dinner.

After dinner, Xuan Qingzi and his disciple prepared for evening study. Normally, when the master was absent, Mu Wan could go and flirt with Liu Qianxiu. With Xuan Qingzi present, she dared not overstep her bounds.

“Go to your room and read,” Liu Qianxiu said, having brought her some books earlier to keep her occupied. “I’ll return as soon as possible.”

“Just focus on your evening practice,” Mu Wan replied with a smile. Ever since they’d met, she’d been constantly clinging to him, and he hadn’t been able to practice properly.

Now, with Xuan Qingzi present, she couldn’t very well let him return early.

Liu Qianxiu didn’t reply, merely ruffling her hair. Mu Wan, like a kitten being stroked, gazed at him with a smile and whispered, “I’ll head back first.”

“Wait.”

As Mu Wan rose to leave, Xuan Qingzi, seated beside the low table, suddenly called her back. Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu turned to look. Xuan Qingzi stood up from beside the table.

He walked to the bookcase beside the main hall and retrieved an object. It was a small square box, looking somewhat aged yet clean and tidy, exuding a simple, ancient charm.

He handed the box to Mu Wan.

“This is for you,” Xuan Qingzi stated.

Xuan Qingzi’s expression was always serene and stern. Seeing him offer the box, Mu Wan felt a flicker of surprise. However, since Liu Qianxiu regarded him as an elder, this gift could be considered a present from an elder to her.

Mu Wan accepted it without refusal.

Inside the box lay a jade pendant, its material smooth and lustrous, its age evident.

Mu Wan retired for the night, leaving only three people in the main hall. Xuan Qingzi, eyes closed in meditation, addressed Liu Qianxiu.

“When is the wedding?”

Liu Qianxiu gave a slight nod. “The eighth day of next month.”

“Mm.” Xuan Qingzi responded softly, acknowledging the information.

Qing Chan sat on Xuan Qingzi’s other side, his small hand propping his cheek. He glanced at his master, then at his junior disciple. After a moment, he asked, “Junior Brother, now that you have Sister in your heart, is there still room for the Practice?”

A child’s thoughts are always simple, believing the heart is unwavering—that having one thing leaves no space for another.

Xuan Qingzi slowly opened his eyes, gazing at his young disciple. His voice was deep and steady as he replied, “Qing Chan, the human heart is vast. It can hold both the Practice and people.”

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On weekends, Liu Qianxiu doesn’t work. The Liu residence has been without its owner for a long time. After Mu Wan and Liu Qianxiu stayed overnight, the house bustled with activity this morning.

When Liu Qianxiu isn’t working, Mu Wan also gives herself a weekend off. That morning, Liu Qianxiu went to his morning meditation. Only after he finished and returned to their room did Mu Wan finally roll over and wake up.

Morning thoughts were particularly delicate and sensitive. Entwined in each other’s arms, their affection and sweetness doubled compared to other times. Finally, Liu Qianxiu picked up Mu Wan. After putting on shoes and changing clothes, he led her by the hand to the dining room for breakfast.

The Liu residence was built in the style of an ancient garden estate. Aside from their own three-story detached pavilion, most structures were two- or single-story. Long corridors connected the buildings, lined with greenery or dotted with pavilions.

After last night’s engagement banquet, an autumn rain had fallen. The greenery within the estate glistened with freshness. Walking along the corridors, the scene carried a distinct air of classical elegance.

Areas with abundant greenery also had fresher air. After breakfast, Mu Wan let Liu Qianxiu lead her on a few laps around the grounds. The Liu residence was vast. It took over an hour to explore it all.

After their stroll, the designer delivered the wedding gowns, arriving just in time. Back at the pavilion, Mu Wan slipped inside to try them on, anticipation growing with every step.

There were multiple gowns—both Chinese and Western styles. Mu Wan tried them all before settling on a simple red bridal robe. Her striking, alluring beauty suited the vibrant crimson perfectly. The floor-length red gown draped elegantly, evoking the aura of Hong Kong stars from 1980s TV dramas—both dignified and enchanting.

Mu Wan hadn’t fussed over the gown—she only wanted to look good. Yet, slipping it on and glimpsing her reflection, she was unexpectedly moved, a quiet awe blooming as seriousness and anticipation rose unbidden in her chest.

Staff members were about to open the door, but Liu Qianxiu was still waiting outside. Mu Wan’s heart skipped a beat. She raised her hand and gestured, “Just a moment.” Brides often feel shy during fittings, and the staff understood, smiling at her request.

Mu Wan glanced at herself twice more, then smiled at the attendant. “That’s fine.”

The door opened. Mu Wan stepped out, heart fluttering. Liu Qianxiu stood there, eyes dark and shimmering with emotion, a faint red hue lighting his gaze. As she looked up, nerves and anticipation mingled, her smile a ripple of hope on still water.

Mu Wan’s pulse quickened. She couldn’t say if it was nerves or excitement. Flicking her sleeves, she straightened up, her smile lively yet tentative. ‘What do you think?’ she asked, voice tinged with vulnerability.

“Hmm.” Liu Qianxiu’s expression softened slightly. He quietly smoothed the collar at her neck, lifted the corners of his lips, and said in a deep voice, “Beautiful.”

Mu Wan laughed, flinging herself into his arms. Her laughter was light but edged with nervous elation. Liu Qianxiu held her, steady and warm as ever. Standing flat-footed, Mu Wan fit beneath his chin, and her heartbeat drummed with anticipation as she leaned in. Noticing her hesitation, he steadied her waist gently, inviting trust.

A deep red sash circled her waist. Her pregnancy was still early. Her belly was not yet showing. Her waist remained slender and light.

Liu Qianxiu braced her as she rose on tiptoe, her lips near his ear. The warmth of her breath, scented with rouge, teased his skin. emotion flickered in his eyes as he took in her nearness.

“Was it better than last night?” she murmured. Her voice was barely audible, yet utterly bewitching. The moment the words left her lips, the man’s hand resting on her waist visibly stiffened.

Lowering herself, heat buzzed under Mu Wan’s skin, as if fire spread from her soles, igniting her whole body. Her heart thudded, cheeks flushed, smile trembling with expectation. She tilted her head, the pale line of her neck bared, waiting breathlessly for his answer.

He lowered his gaze to meet hers, his eyes seeming to glow with a cinnabar-like hue. Sliding his hand into her hair, he gave her earlobe a subtle pinch.

Her cheeks flushed deeper. He murmured softly, “Naturally, you looked more beautiful last night.”

The more ascetic and detached a man appeared, the more alluring he was. Heart-stirring, truly. Especially when subtle, suggestive words came from his lips—he possessed such an ethereal, otherworldly bearing.

Mu Wan chuckled softly, poking him gently. “Master Liu truly has an eye for beauty.”

After trying on the wedding gown, the designer discussed and finalized the last few minor details with Mu Wan. Liu Qianxiu sat nearby, occasionally offering simple yet useful suggestions.

Master Liu’s aesthetic sense far surpassed hers.

With the gown finalized, they moved to set the wedding date and plan the ceremony. Naturally, this required input from the elders, especially Grandma Mei.

The wedding date was ultimately set for mid-October, with the ceremony planning entrusted to Mei Yaozhi. Having spent years mingling in wealthy social circles, she’d attended countless weddings and was well-connected in such matters.

This left the couple themselves with some free time. Before the wedding, Liu Qianxiu took two days off and brought Mu Wan to Qingyuan Temple.

Even in Xiacheng, October brought a hint of autumn chill, and Qingyuan Mountain felt especially crisp and clear. Standing before the temple gates, Mu Wan gazed back at the towering mountains and deep valleys, her spirit feeling remarkably expansive.

They arrived in the afternoon. Liu Qianxiu knocked on the door, and Xiao Qingchan came running to open it, her face beaming with delight.

“Junior Brother, Sister~”

Before their visit, Liu Qianxiu had called Master Xuan Qingzi, so Xiao Qingchan had known they were coming and had been excited all day. Since becoming pregnant, Mu Wan had grown even more affectionate toward children than before. Last time, she hadn’t known that Liu Qianxiu’s “senior disciple” was a seven or eight-year-old young monk. This time, she came prepared, even bringing a gift for Qingchan.

“Thank you, Sister, ~” Qingchan took the gift, naturally delighted. His cheeks flushed with joy as he led them inside, saying, “Master is in seclusion. He said you should rest first.”

Liu Qianxiu took the luggage, and the two headed to the room Mu Wan had stayed in last time.

The room was tidy and almost unchanged since Mu Wan’s departure. After telling them to rest, Qingchan left, remembering to close the door behind him.

Climbing the mountain had tired Mu Wan. The afternoon sun slanted into the room at three o’clock, and she rubbed her eyes. Since becoming pregnant, Mu Wan had been prone to drowsiness. Seeing her rub her eyes, Liu Qianxiu walked over to her side.

Seeing him approach, Mu Wan simply leaned against him, her breath warming the space between his chest. He gently stroked her hair and said, “Why don’t you take a nap first, hm?”

The last syllable was particularly indulgent. Mu Wan felt a sweetness in her heart. She hugged him and pouted, “Stay with me.”

“Alright.” Liu Qianxiu pinched her earlobe. She giggled and dodged away, scampering to the bedside and lying down.

Liu Qianxiu picked up a book, sat on the bedside, and took her hand. His palm was dry and cool. Mu Wan interlaced her fingers with his, drowsily closing her eyes.

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