Editor: Atlas Studios Mu Qianyue merely glanced at Nalan Jie indifferently before withdrawing her gaze.
Marrying him, she would rather marry Nalan Jing; at least Nalan Jing was more pleasing to the eye.
Nalan Jie saw that his good intentions were ignored by Mu Qianyue, and immediately felt a surge of anger, continuing to sound a threat: “When that blind man can’t satisfy you, don’t come crying to me!”
Mu Qianyue still paid no heed to Nalan Jie, instead raising her head to look at the person wielding the highest power on the Dan Bi, her voice clear and indifferent, exuding a tranquility as if detached from the world.
“I am willing to marry Prince Jing.”
She could clearly sense some hidden masters in the dark, and if she were to refuse, her grandfather would surely resist Nalan Zheng’s marriage decree himself.
At that time, Nalan Zheng would have a reason to punish her grandfather, and the entire Duke Zhen’s household could be annihilated!
So she had no choice but to agree.
However, Nalan Jing was simple-minded and blind, which would not hinder her cultivation, development, alchemy, or poison-making.
“Hmph!” Hearing this, Nalan Jie angrily flung his sleeve and sat down.
“Rou’er, how can you push your sister into the fire pit!” Mu Hong trembled with anger; he never expected Mu Yurou to say such a thing.
Would Yue’er be happy if she married Nalan Jing?
Grandfather, how can you speak of Prince Jing like that?
Although he is blind, he is not a fire pit.
It is just suitable for Sister to marry him.
Prince Jing is only nineteen years of age and has not yet taken a wife.
My sister would go as his primary wife, enjoying endless glory and wealth.” Mu Yurou said with a face full of innocence.
“You, you…” Suddenly, Mu Hong’s eyes widened, and in a fit of rage, he spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing straight down.
“Grandfather!” Mu Yurou was frightened out of her wits.
If anything happened to Mu Hong in the Phoenix Hall, she would bear the infamous name of angering her grandfather to death.
Immediately, she rushed forward in a panic, crying with a face full of grief, “Grandfather, what’s wrong with you…”
“Beloved subject!” Nalan Zheng also said anxiously.
Mu Hong was the National General, not only loyally devoted to Phoenix Shadow Country but, more importantly, his strong power deterred enemy nations from daring to offend.
If something happened to him, his throne might not be stable.
At today’s banquet, all the ministers were present, and of course, there was no shortage of imperial physicians.
Nalan Zheng immediately commanded an imperial physician to treat Mu Hong.
The imperial physician stepped forward to check Mu Hong’s eyelids and took his pulse.
Moments later, his face turned grave as he spoke, “Forgive me, Your Majesty.
Earlier, General Mu suffered a severe injury affecting his vital organs.
Now, his anger has taken a toll, and perhaps…”
Hearing this, everyone was taken aback.
Mu Yurou’s face turned pale with fright, and Hua Rong lost all color!
“Get out of the way!” Seeing Mu Hong’s face turning increasingly ashen, Mu Qianyue’s expression changed, and she stepped forward, forcibly pushing aside the posturing Mu Yurou, placing her finger on his wrist to check his pulse.
Her slender brows knitted slightly; her grandfather had previously suffered severe injuries.
It appeared healed on the surface, but the internal organs were damaged, even beginning to show signs of decay.
Now, with Mu Yurou’s provocation, the condition had worsened.
Everything the imperial physician said was correct, but he was helpless.
“Rip…” With a crisp sound, her long, fair fingers tore open Mu Hong’s clothes directly, revealing several hideous, long wounds that were still shocking even though they had scarred.
“Mu Qianyue, what are you doing?!” Nalan Yu shouted angrily.
In full view of the public, tearing a man’s clothes like this—how indecent, even if that man were her grandfather, it still made him feel uneasy!
“If you don’t want anything to happen to him, step aside!” Without even lifting her head, she coldly snorted, swiftly taking out a small cloth bag from the space of the Heaven-Reaching Tower.
Since the Heaven-Reaching Tower was located at the Tanzhong Acupoint on her chest, everyone thought she was fetching something from her bosom.
“You…” Nalan Yu’s face turned ashen; how dare this damned woman be so fierce to him!
Just as he was about to speak, Nalan Zheng stopped him.
“Let her do it.” Nalan Zheng squinted his eyes at Mu Qianyue, suddenly very curious.
Even the imperial physician could do nothing, what could a mere girl do…
Everyone else was also stunned, clearly feeling Mu Qianyue’s actions were too shocking!
Mu Qianyue had no time to care what these people thought at the moment; all her energy was focused on how to perform acupuncture.
Everyone held their breath, each expression shifting constantly—some skeptical, some curious, and others filled with ridicule.
A waste knowing any medical skills?
Don’t be ridiculous!
However, when everyone saw Mu Qianyue open the cloth bag, revealing thin and long silver needles inside, they were all slightly taken aback.
What were these things?
They looked completely unfamiliar!
Mu Qianyue swiftly took out a needle, inserting it into the Guanyuan Acupoint on Mu Hong’s abdomen.
Her slender fingertips lightly flicked the needle tail, causing a slight buzzing sound from the acupuncture.
Then, she took out another needle, inserting it into the Baihui Acupoint on the top of Mu Hong’s head, with her fingers gently twirling it, sending the needle tail into another delicate tremor.
Nalan Yu gazed deeply and complexly at Mu Qianyue.
At this moment, her demeanor was serious and fully concentrated on doing one thing, a beauty he had never seen before.
This beauty couldn’t be described in words, yet it was deeply engraved in his heart, impossible to erase!
Mu Yurou’s fingers tightly twisted under her sleeves, a flash of resentment crossing her eyes.
The crowd’s gaze towards Mu Qianyue also began to change; even those with original disdain and contempt began to retract their mockery.
After consecutively administering nine needles, Mu Qianyue finally stopped.
After a short while, Mu Hong slowly woke up, still pallid and weak in breath, “I…what happened to me…”
Seeing this, the amazement in everyone’s eyes grew more intense.
Who would have thought a few ordinary needles could actually cure Mu Hong!
“Grandfather, you just relapsed from a previous injury.
Rest well after you return, and you’ll be fine.” Mu Qianyue said.
She wished to stay low-profile, but she couldn’t ignore her grandfather’s life.
Of course, once back, she would have to concoct some medicinal herbs for him to truly heal.
“Yue’er, you saved me?” Mu Hong looked at her with some surprise; he had never known that Yue’er possessed medical skills!
“Mu Qianyue, you know how to heal?” Nalan Zheng squinted and asked.
“I once read about it in a book, and I just tried it with a take-a-chance mentality, never thinking it would actually work.” Mu Qianyue feigned a lucky expression, looking towards the imperial physician beside her with a shy smile, “I’m sorry, I don’t know how to prescribe.
I’ll have to trouble you to write a few prescriptions for my grandfather’s healing later.”
The reason she said she couldn’t prescribe was to avoid drawing too much attention.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be good if it aroused Nalan Zheng’s suspicion.
It seemed she needed to quickly boost her strength and the power of Dukedom Zhen!
Sure enough, everyone once again displayed disdainful looks, after all, a blind cat hitting a dead rat—unable even to prescribe remedies, naturally, she was deemed to possess no real healing skills.