Chapter 18: Jealousy and Hatred Intensify
Yun Mo frowned: "If you don't want to, then don't. Why say so much nonsense? Forget it, I'll figure it out myself."
"Hey... girl! Did you get the point clearly?"
The intense killing intent vanished instantly. Jun Mo asked took a deep breath and decided to leave immediately before she killed him with her anger: "I'll come again in three days, with my mask on."
"Thanks." Yun Mo Dyed nodded, "Goodbye, I won't see you off."
Don't ask whose figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only one sentence: "Yun Mo Ran, you're quite special! This lord has taken a liking to you, wait for this lord's gaze!"
Gently rubbing his temples, Yun Mo frowned: "He seems to still not have said it, what's the point of coming here tonight? Is the master of Cang Sheng Men really so idle that besides coming to find himself to fight, there's nothing else to do?"
How far the news of Helian Peng's recovery from his brain disease had spread throughout the entire Lijing City, Yun Mo didn't know, but at least within the entire imperial palace, it was likely that no one was unaware and no one was uninformed.
On the second day, Qiu Tao hurried to Yunlai Pavilion early in the morning and forced a courtesy: "The slave servant has seen... Seventh Young Lady, Fourth Prince is visiting the Wang Mansion, saying that he wants to ask Seventh Young Lady about some medical skills. The master asked the slave servant to come and invite Seventh Young Lady."
Arriving at Yun Baiyu's residence, the Cloud Scroll Pavilion, Yun Mo didn't even have time to take in the surroundings before a young and handsome face with a radiant smile appeared suddenly: "Qingyang has seen Seventh Young Miss! Disturbing Seventh Young Miss's rest, Qingyang feels uneasy!"
He Lian Jingyang, the son of Qing Fei, was titled as King Zhen. Although he was a noble prince, he had a clear and pure heart, with a childlike innocence, and a straightforward personality. He treated people sincerely, which is rare in the royal court where deceit and flattery prevail.
Although Yun Mo was cold and indifferent by nature, he had always been quite fond of people with a pure heart like this one. He smiled slightly, bent his knees in courtesy, and spoke in an unusually warm tone: "Yun Mo dares not, Fourth Prince please."
"Miss Qi, please."
The two entered and sat down, He Lian Qing Yang eagerly opened his mouth to ask: "Seventh Miss, Qing Yang has always been fascinated by medicine. Since the Second Emperor's illness, Qing Yang also tried to treat him without self-awareness... but didn't expect Seventh Miss' medical skills to be so miraculous! Qing Yang specially came to ask for guidance, and hopes that Seventh Miss will not hesitate to teach!"
"Moh dyeing doesn't dare." Yun Moh dyeing responded, "In fact, this trephining technique has long been around, it's just that the Second Prince's identity is noble and the imperial physicians in the palace don't dare to take risks..."
"That's right!" He Lian Jing Yang nodded repeatedly, "That's why I ventured to ask for your guidance, Seventh Miss. Where did you learn this skull-opening technique? It's truly ingenious..."
Seeing the two chatting so congenially, Yun Anqi's eyes had already shot out a fierce and venomous glare filled with jealousy and resentment! The score of cutting off my wrist has yet to be settled, now adding the hatred of stealing love, Yun Mo Ran, you and I will not live under the same sky! You think you can snatch the Fourth Prince from me? You're courting death!
After studying the trephining technique with the fourth prince, Yun Mo couldn't reveal that he came from modern society, so he had to make an excuse and say that he learned it from an ancient medical book. Unexpectedly, He Lian Jing Yang was indeed fascinated by medicine and insisted on borrowing the book for a look, promising to return it as soon as possible.
Yun Mo couldn't think of a good excuse, so he had to make up a reason that he forgot where he put the book and needed to go back to Yun Lai Ge to look for it. He temporarily left Yun Juan Ge, walking back and forth while thinking about a countermeasure. If all else failed, he would just say that the book was already lost.
As she walked, Yun Mo had already pushed open the door of the Cloud Come Pavilion and stepped inside. However, just at that moment, she suddenly smelled a strong odor that assaulted her nostrils, and her mind immediately reeled with dizziness, her feet stumbling beneath her, and in an instant, she was kneeling on one knee, feeling extremely uncomfortable!
Oh no! Anesthetic! Someone has sprinkled anesthetic in the room!
Yun Mo was startled in the dark and had no time to get up, when he heard a loud bang, the originally open door had been tightly closed by someone!
Who?
Yun Mo turned back suddenly and saw a scene behind him, his eyes immediately filled with cold and intense killing intent!
Behind Yun Mo's back, several young men with bare upper bodies stood in a row, their faces filled with lustful smiles, who were actually some of the best martial artists and guards in the mansion!
The door creaked shut, and Zhang Zhiyuan, with a lewd smile, took a few steps forward: "Seventh Miss, don't be afraid. We just want to serve you well, absolutely no other meaning, ah?"
"Ah ah!" The others also came forward, but didn't dare to get too close: Seventh Miss's gaze was indeed a bit frightening...
"Brothers! Don't be impatient!" Zhang Zhiyuan chuckled, "The anesthetic is taking effect, just wait a moment and we can... Haha...!"
