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The moonlight was bright, and Ying Luo furrowed her brows as she leaned against the window, lost in thought. Scattered on the low table beside her were numerous fragments of flowers and herbs that should not have appeared in this cold weather.
She was born with a keen sense of smell, particularly sensitive to the scents of flowers and medicinal herbs. From the very beginning, she had noticed that the spices permeating the entire royal residence were unusual, and in Ye Muyan's room, there was an additional scent of clove.
Ye Muyan was likely already suffering from a chronic poison containing turmeric within the Tao'an Kingdom. Upon returning to the royal residence, he was further provoked by the strange fragrance concocted by an informant, causing the poison to act like a fierce tiger, growing increasingly severe.
Ying Luo had already swapped out the spices. To avoid arousing suspicion, she had deliberately placed flowers and herbs with a similar scent in the incense burner. Coupled with days of acupuncture and medicinal soups, Ye Muyan was now no longer in danger of losing his life.
But how could she catch this informant in the act? How could she make Ye Muyan personally expose him? And when would she be able to withdraw safely?
The biting cold wind seeped through the window frame, making Ying Luo shiver uncontrollably. In a panic, she fled to her bed and burrowed under the covers, quickly falling into a deep sleep.
The bright sun could not melt away the accumulated snow. Ying Luo calmly put away her pulse pillow and casually scanned everyone's expressions before saying, "The poison on His Highness has been mostly resolved, but..."
"What is it?" Ye Muyan asked slowly, his eyes revealing a hint of cunning beneath his calm demeanor, neither angry nor pleased.
"His Highness must have been feeling stiff after resting for so many days. Staying cooped up in this room is quite stifling; it would be better to go outside for a walk and get some fresh air."
Ying Luo subtly caressed the incense burner on the table, appearing anxious as she awaited Ye Muyan's response.
Inside the room, everything seemed to freeze at that moment. Ye Muyan gazed at Ying Luo, who was merely an arm's length away. Their eyes met quietly, and he felt a ripple within himself as he softly replied, "Alright."
Ying Luo smiled gently and stood up first, calmly urging everyone to go outside.
Everyone was momentarily stunned before quickly getting busy with their tasks. Although they were extremely curious, no one dared to look up at Ye Muyan's expression.
Only Yi Lanxi caught a fleeting glimpse, yet from Ye Muyan's perpetually stern face, she saw a hint of gentle smile.
In the warm pavilion draped with gauze curtains, Ye Muyan idly picked up the tea beside him and then set it down again. Knowing he preferred wine, Yi Lanxi could only peel some delicious nuts and hand them over.
Previously the most eager to leave, Ying Luo now sat quietly in a corner, flipping through medical books to pass the time.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached from afar. Ye Muyan lowered his gaze to observe the butler and a maid captured by several guards; upon closer inspection, it was indeed one of the maids from Yi Lanxi's room.
"Your Highness, this person just sneaked into your bedroom with ill intentions and was caught on the spot by the guards you arranged," reported the butler from outside the pavilion.
The maid, held down by the guards, showed no resistance as they forced her to kneel in the snow-covered ground.
Ye Muyan waved his hand, signaling the butler to say no more. His sharp gaze pierced through the maid: "Are you Pei Xuan's person?"
"Brother Ye..." Yi Lanxi whispered with red-rimmed eyes, "Did they catch the wrong person..."
Ying Luo looked at her with pity, gently holding her swollen hands and sighed slightly; they had not caught the wrong person. She had long anticipated that the poisoner would strike again after seeing Ye Muyan recover, likely choosing to use spices again for caution. Increasing Turmeric was the simplest method.
Thus, Ying Luo deliberately coated the incense burner with a powder that counteracts Turmeric. In an instant, anyone poisoned would have their hands turn red and swell, followed by extreme fatigue; an ordinary person would show no signs upon contact.
This could be considered returning harm with harm; it was unfortunate that she had been too anxious...
Ying Luo turned her eyes away in despair. In the end, she harmed someone out of her own selfish desires, using her years of medical knowledge meant to heal others against them... How could she ever have the face to mention "benevolence and healing" again in the future?
"Make sure to investigate this person's background." Ye Muyan calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip of the clear tea. Then, observing Ying Luo and Yi Lanxi with one showing compassion and the other sorrowful, she seemed to ponder before leaving.
A few days later, just like every other unremarkable noon before, Ying Luo's elegant brows immediately relaxed after checking Ye Muyan's pulse.
"The poison in the prince's body has been eliminated, and he is now healthy. I should..."
"What if This King wants you to stay?" Ye Muyan tapped her fingers on the table, her calm tone concealing an undeniable authority.
"I do not wish to," Ying Luo replied without hesitation, adding, "I have studied medicine for many years and only hope to relieve the suffering of patients."
"What's so difficult about that? This King will build a clinic for you." Ye Muyan stared intently at Ying Luo, eager to see what excuse she would come up with next.
"I am used to being idle and find joy in traveling to treat patients. Please grant me this, Your Highness," Ying Luo responded with dignity.
"What if I insist on making things difficult for you?" Ye Muyan stood up abruptly, moving closer to Ying Luo. "What if I were to force you to stay under the title of This King's princess? What would you do then?"
Upon hearing this, Ying Luo's eyes widened in shock as she stared at Ye Muyan, not expecting him to use such an absurd excuse to coerce her.
She didn't care about being a princess! But what about Lanxi? What was she supposed to do?
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