lt down and shouted loudly, “Spare my life, spare my life! He is my son, he…he is mute, his mind…is not quite right. Please, esteemed lords, spare the pitiful us!”I have to say, An Xuetang's acting is...Mò Yún Chén's wound looked terrible, and her brows furrowed involuntarily. She suppressed a sigh and said:

"How much of a grudge did the person who cut off your arm have against you To be so cruel even after cutting it off."

An Xuetang looked at the wound and knew that shortly after Mo Yunchen's arm was cut off, he had this wound burned with fire before it healed.

The sight of his injury shocked her, and the resentment she felt toward him lessened.

Mo Yunchen stared blankly at An Xuetang's serious face. Obviously, he hadn't expected An Xuetang to show such a pained expression, and he was more astonished than anything else.

Before this, Jiang Qingyang had already told him about her, praising her medical skills highly and estimating that few people in the world could compare to her. Hearing these words, he only felt that Jiang Qingyang was exaggerating.

He truly thought that An Xue Tang was just an ordinary woman, a woman who grew up in the countryside. Where could she possibly have the ability

But now, just by glancing at his stump, she could tell exactly what he had endured. She had to admit, she was truly impressed by him.

An Xuetang frowned, then took out the medicine box and applied ointment to his broken arm with a cotton swab she had made.

At this point, Mo Yunchen surprisingly didn't try to stop her anymore. After applying the medicine, An Xuetang took out another bottle of medicine and placed it on Mo Yunchen's bedside:

"This vial is an antidote. There's still poison in your system. Before I can connect your arm, you must first purge the toxins and heal your body."

Mo Yunchen came to his senses, his face grew dark, "No need, I don't need you to help me with my arm. This arm can be discarded, don't be reckless."

An Xuetang gave him a withering look. "You're always better when you don't speak."

She stood up and motioned for Ning'er to put away the medical box. She looked at Mo Yunchen on the bed and said:

"Remember this, I only took you in because of my love for A Jing and Zi Ling. If you aren't related to them, even if you begged me on your knees, I wouldn't spare you a glance, let alone treat your illness."

Mo Yunchen's face flushed red at her words, "You... you... how can you speak to me like this, I..."

"What are you talking about"

An Xuetang hated this kind of man who was full of pretentious airs and graces. Moreover, Mo Yunchen's machismo was deeply ingrained in his bones; he looked down on women from the bottom of his heart. Therefore, when facing women, he would naturally reveal a sense of self-importance that came effortlessly.

For such men, An Xuetang could understand. After all, this was the way of the world, and she wouldn't dream of changing the thoughts of all men in the world with her own strength. So the only thing she could do was to automatically ignore such men.

An Xuetang looked at him impassively, "A Jing hopes you're well, so I will help him fulfill this wish. Besides, you are Zi Ling's father, and he cares about your safety. So I also hope to resolve the poison in your body and the matter of your arm as soon as possible. Then you can reunite with him sooner."

"You don't need to worry about Ajing being tricked by my medical skills or those outlandish rumors. Even if you were worried, it wouldn't help. Those who wanted to scheme against us already have. Ajing and I are not afraid of this."

If you truly care for Ajing, then focus on recovering yourself. Don't become his weakness. I believe neither Ajing nor I will be controlled by the emperor.

"That's all I have to say. I know you look down on my status and think I'm not worthy of being the Princess Consort of Beijiang. But since things have come to this, there's nothing you can change, so don't even try."

"If I were you, I would focus on getting better right now instead of dwelling on things and achieving nothing in the end."

After finishing her lengthy speech, An Xuetang turned and walked away. Fu'er and the others followed suit.

Mo Yunchen just stared at An Xue Tang's leaving figure until Jiang Qingyang entered and reminded him that it was time to take his medicine.

Mo Yunchen stared at the medicine on the bedside table, silent for a moment before he spoke, "Qingyang, you tell me...what kind of woman is she"

Jiang Qingyang raised an eyebrow, thinking for a moment before replying, “The Princess of Beijang is a mysterious woman who confounds everyone. At the same time, she is the only woman worthy of the King of Beijang.”

"... "

Mo Yunchen didn't expect even Jiang Qingyang to have such a high opinion of An Xuetang, "The only woman worthy of Ajing Besides her medical skills, what else is she capable of"

"Your Highness, aren't you forgetting what your subordinate told you The Northern Border Princess and the Crown Prince destroyed the Great Yue Country overnight. Now, the former Great Yue Country is called Nian Yun City."

"Was it really her idea"

Jiang Qingyang nodded slightly, "It's true. How the Princess and the Prince successfully conquered the Great Yue Kingdom is indeed something people find unbelievable. Your Highness, if you wish to know the truth, perhaps it would be best to listen carefully to what the North Border Princess has to say while she treats you. Once your body recovers, why not go ask the Prince yourself"

When Jiang Qingyang mentioned Mo Junyi, he saw a flicker of softening in Mo Yunchen's eyes. He continued, "Your Highness, you owe the young master so much paternal love, it's time to repay him."

Mo Yunchen's eyes narrowed, he was silent for a moment, then finally picked up the medicine bottle by the bed.

An Xuetang returned from Moyunchen's courtyard. Moyunjing was still helping her sort the medicinal herbs in the yard. She raised an eyebrow and walked to his side, also starting to sort and categorize, "Ajing, are you free today"

Yes.

"Huh What is it"

"I'll help grind the medicine powder."

..."...

An Xuetang let out a little giggle. "Ajing, your mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter."

Mo Yunjing's lips curled into a slight smile, and suddenly asked, "Has your imperial brother ever said anything over the line to you"

He didn't, but I did.

An Xuetang raised an eyebrow. "Anyway, I'm someone who won't let myself be wronged, so I said some harsh words to him just now. If he goes and complains to Ajing, you shouldn't blame me, right"

Mo Yunjing smiled faintly, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked at her, "No."

Then it's settled. I'd trouble the Northern Border King to continue grinding the medicine powder for me.

Mò Yún Jǐng smiled, "Good."

The two continued to work together, sorting through the herbs, chatting and laughing. Fu'er and the others were waiting outside in the courtyard, giving them plenty of space.

At this time, the four maids outside the courtyard were all looking solemn. Especially Ning'er, she kept glancing towards the distance, as if waiting for someone.

Shour stood beside Ning'er, her thoughts were always the most delicate. Seeing Ning'er's brow furrowed at this moment, she reached out and gently grasped Ning'er's icy hand, softly comforting her, "Ning'er don't worry, don't scare yourself."

Ning'er pursed her lips and didn't speak, but her expression was still very heavy.g, but the guards ultimately chose to remain silent and uninvolved.Anyway, even if I ask, they won't explain it to me.The guard, following Ye Er's instructions, filled the pouch with medicinal residue...