Your Highness, please stop chasing me.

Chapter 89 Death from Poisoning

Liu Ming was also caught in a dilemma after hearing this.

He said with difficulty, "General, it's not that I didn't want to pass on the message, it's just that I didn't get a reply!"

Mu Qinghe stopped and looked at Liu Ming with disbelief on her face.

"Really, to be honest, I've only met this ancient doctor once. It was already an unexpected thing that she was able to give you a pill last time," Liu Ming explained patiently.

Mu Qinghe asked suspiciously, "So, your Treasure Pavilion can't contact the ancient physician either?"

"You're joking. How could we possibly afford to invite a great physician like Gu Yi?" Liu Ming felt relieved.

"What should we do? Does Manager Liu have any way to contact the ancient physician? My son Mu Feng really can't wait any longer!!" Mu Qinghe said anxiously.

He had planned it all out on the way here. His original intention was to trick the people at the Treasure Pavilion, but he didn't expect that the result would be that the ancient doctor was not at the Treasure Pavilion.

Now, Mu Qinghe was at a loss.

But he quickly calmed down.

He asked, "Is your master in Yunan City?"

"What does the General mean?" Liu Ming asked.

"Manager Liu, let's be frank. Your Treasure Pavilion must have some connection with ancient medicine to have obtained the auction rights for ancient medicine pills. My son really can't wait any longer," Mu Qinghe said in a deep voice.

In fact, according to Mu Xue's deduction, there must be someone around Mu Feng who can drive the Gu worms' actions, and this person should be able to protect Mu Feng's heart meridian from damage.

After all, such a puppet gu larva is extremely rare. Since it's being used on Mu Feng, it must have an even greater purpose. The person behind it will definitely not let him die.

Mu Xue's idea was correct.

No sooner had Mu Qinghe left the mansion than Zhu Zhiyue arrived at Mu Feng's room.

These past few days, Mu Qinghe has been personally taking care of Mu Feng, and Zhu Zhiyue hasn't had a chance to get close to him. If Mu Feng isn't given medicine soon, the Gu worms on his body will become restless.

I'm afraid Mu Feng's life will be in danger then. Not only will we waste such a useful chess piece, but it's also a pity that the Gu worm he finally obtained will be wasted.

Hearing the noise, Changsheng turned around and saw Zhu Zhiyue. He called out, "Miss Zhu, you've come."

"How is Brother Mu doing?" Zhu Zhiyue put down the bowl of congee she was holding and asked.

"Alas, he started vomiting blood again last night. The general has already gone to the Treasure Pavilion to invite the ancient physician. Hopefully, we can get him this time," Changsheng said with a worried expression.

As they were talking, Mu Feng on the bed started coughing and coughing, spitting out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhiyue quickly stepped forward, wiped the blood from Mu Feng's mouth with a handkerchief, and said, "Brother Changsheng, could you please fetch some water so I can help Brother Mu tidy up?"

Changsheng nodded and said, "I'll have the kitchen boil some hot water and bring it over." With that, he turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Despite the sweltering summer heat, Mu Feng felt icy cold all over.

Even in his coma, he was extremely restless. His mind was filled with images of Mu Xue's childlike face and Zhu Zhiyue's gentle words to him.

He could still remember driving Mu Xue away, but he felt annoyed.

Thinking of Zhu Zhiyue filled him with joy, but something felt off.

He struggled vaguely, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what he was holding on to. The more he struggled, the more futile it became.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhu Zhiyue pulled out a small bottle hidden in her sleeve, opened the cap, and quickly placed it under Mu Feng's nose.

When Mu Feng smelled that scent again, he suddenly calmed down and his expression improved.

Zhu Zhiyue breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, it was in time; otherwise, Mu Feng might have really been crippled.

Changsheng returned quickly, and Zhu Zhiyue didn't make any other moves. She patiently cleaned the bloodstains and dirt off Mu Feng's face.

Mu Qinghe returned dejectedly at dusk.

He waited at the Treasure Pavilion all day but didn't receive any news from the ancient doctor, so he had no choice but to return to stay with Mu Feng.

After Leng Quan's reminder, he began to subtly observe the people around Mu Feng. To his surprise, he discovered that almost everyone treated Zhu Zhiyue like a young lady.

He was walking towards the Red Maple Courtyard when Mu Jiaojiao, who was already waiting there, blocked his way.

She walked up to Mu Qinghe, gave a graceful bow, and said in a sweet voice, "Father hasn't been back for a long time, and Jiaojiao misses him so much. Mother misses Father too. Why don't we go to Mother's place for a meal?"

After saying that, Mu Jiaojiao stepped forward and tried to pull Mu Qinghe's sleeve, but he dodged her without her noticing.

He looked at the girl in front of him, her face rosy and dressed in gorgeous clothes. He remembered that he had kept her around to keep Mu Xue company, but now she was still living the life of a young lady in the Mu family mansion, while Mu Xue had already left.

He couldn't feel happy at all, and he knew the child was innocent.

Mu Qinghe felt a mix of emotions. It could be said that everything started with the child in front of her.

He said coldly, "Your elder brother is currently unconscious. You and your mother can eat your meal. I will come to see you again once your elder brother has recovered."

After saying that, he walked past Mu Jiaojiao and went straight into the Red Maple Courtyard.

Seeing this, Mu Jiaojiao was so angry that she stomped her feet on the spot.

"I'm so angry! My brother is just unconscious, not dying. He just wants to have a meal with me and Mother, but he won't do it!" Mu Jiaojiao said angrily.

The maidservant following behind her whispered, "Miss, let's go back. There are generals guarding the entrance to Red Maple Courtyard."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jiaojiao glanced at the entrance of Red Maple Courtyard and saw two guards standing ramrod straight with their eyes fixed straight ahead. She curled her lip in disdain and muttered under her breath, "What bad luck."

Seeing that Mu Qinghe had already entered the courtyard, Mu Jiaojiao had no choice but to take Shishu back to Aunt An's place.

She didn't dare tell Aunt An about going to see Mu Qinghe. When she came back before, Aunt An had already warned her not to go to the Red Maple Courtyard during this period.

She hadn't originally planned to go, since she wasn't particularly close to her father, Mu Qinghe.

Last night, Shishu brought her a letter. It was written by Mo Shijie, the heir of Prince Jing, who wanted her to find out Mu Qinghe's opinion.

Mo Shijie felt that Mu Xue's expulsion from the manor and the fact that she had not been found to this day remained a threat.

So he wanted to know what Mu Qinghe thought of Mu Xue now.

Actually, Mo Shijie is overthinking things.

Mu Xue had no time to pay attention to him; all her thoughts were focused on detoxifying herself, the flying flowers on her body, and the unharmed state on Ye Shangyuan's body.

Although the poison in Ye Shangyuan's body has been completely suppressed this time, this suppression is time-limited. All the medicinal herbs must be found within six months to detoxify him.

Otherwise, Ye Shangyuan would have truly died from the poison.