Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved
Chapter 321 Ah Jiu, Quick, I’ll Carry You

Chapter 321: Chapter 321 Ah Jiu, Quick, I’ll Carry You

Murong Jiu was lifted up by Mo Yu.

Mo Yu pinched her mouth open with one hand, allowing no resistance. Under the threat of a long sword, the young doctor tremblingly poured a bowl of pitch-black medicine into Murong Jiu’s mouth.

After drinking, Murong Jiu wanted to vomit, feeling discomfort in her stomach, but Mo Yu did not give her the chance to vomit and knocked her out with a slap.

The young doctor, his face full of fear, said, "Woman, heroine, the medicine has been fed, may I go now? I have old and young ones at home..."

"Shut up!"

Mo Yu sheathed the sword and used a rope to tie up the young doctor’s hands and feet, then bound him to a pillar in the room.

"You keep an eye on her—if anything bad happens to her, I will take your life!"

Mo Yu naturally remembered the Fourth Prince’s orders—during the third occurrence of the Thin Line Heaven’s poison, the situation would be more perilous, and Murong Jiu should lose her memory when she woke up again.

Since the creation of Thin Line Heaven, those who took it would start losing their memory at the second poisoning. The third time, the memory loss would worsen, at least forgetting the events within the last half-year. By the fourth time, one might even forget who they were.

From the start, the Fourth Prince had Consort Qin administer Thin Line Heaven to Murong Jiu, not to have Murong Jiu assist Consort Qin in childbirth but to cause her to lose her memory, thus making her useful to the Fourth Prince.

But Mo Yu did not understand what was so exceptional about Murong Jiu. Clever she might be, but that was all; beyond her face, there were no other highlights.

How could such a fragile person truly become a support for the Fourth Prince?

But Mo Yu would not take the Fourth Prince’s orders lightly; she could not let Murong Jiu die, nor could she let her sustain serious injuries before reaching the Western Regions. She had to bring Murong Jiu intact to the Western Regions.

After that, whether Murong Jiu lived or died would have nothing to do with her.

The young doctor had to stay, firstly for fear he would go out and leak the news, and secondly because he was needed to watch Murong Jiu all night in case of any mishaps.

Mo Yu sat on a chair with her sword, closing her eyes to rest.

Poor doctor, not only was he tied up, but he also had to keep his eyes wide open, staring at the woman who was unconscious on the earthen bed.

Having drunk the hypnotic drug, it would be strange if she could wake up.

The doctor was awakened by a painful cry. He did not know when he had fallen asleep, but he hastily opened his eyes only to see the woman on the earthen bed coughing violently, spitting out crimson blood while still keeping her eyes closed.

He quickly said, "This is bad! The poison in her might indeed be acting against the Broken Intestine Grass! She needs to be needled!"

When he woke up, Mo Yu also opened her eyes. She frowned and stared at Murong Jiu, who was coughing up blood, neither speaking nor moving.

The doctor, being tied up, naturally could not help Murong Jiu.

After a while, Mo Yu suddenly drew her sword, making the doctor feel a loosening in his hands and feet. He had just taken a step when he stumbled to the ground due to the numbness in his feet. He awkwardly rubbed his feet, limping to fetch the medicine box.

Apart from common medicines, there was a set of silver needles in the medicine box.

With trembling hands, he needled several points on Murong Jiu’s body. Eventually, the bleeding stopped, but the disorder in her pulses made him anxious: "Woman, heroine, this girl’s pulses are too erratic, the medicinal properties are clashing; her life is in danger."

Mo Yu’s gaze shifted slightly, "I command you to cure her!"

The doctor shook his head and gestured with his hands, "I truly lack such ability; otherwise, I would have already gone to a big county to be a court physician. You might as well give her the antidote from before. Maybe a dead horse could be treated as a live horse doctor. My needles only stop the bleeding, not the root cause. In half an hour, she will continue to bleed, and by then, not even gods could save her."

A cold gleam flashed, and the chilly sword was placed on the doctor’s neck.

Mo Yu said coldly, "Who sent you here?"

The doctor’s neck bled from the scrape, causing the silver needles in his hand to fall to the ground. His face turned pale as he said, "Woman, heroine, I’m just a barefoot doctor. Who could send me here? Besides, I don’t know you at all. Is it alright if I don’t treat her anymore?"

He wanted to cry but had no tears, the entire person was extremely panicked, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Mo Yu stared intently at him, her eyes like sharp swords.

Before half an hour had passed, Murong Jiu suddenly continued to vomit blood, more and more each time.

The young doctor crouched to one side, daring neither to speak nor to move.

In a short while, the air was filled with a thick scent of blood.

The young doctor hesitated to speak and feared the woman in black. Finally, he clamped his mouth shut, afraid to bring disaster upon himself.

Mo Yu’s complexion grew uglier and turned ashen. Finally, she pulled out an antidote from her bosom and stuffed it into Murong Jiu’s mouth.

It proved that the young doctor was right; the antidote worked on Murong Jiu, and she quickly stopped coughing blood and fell into a calm sleep.

By now, the sky was slightly bright, and the young doctor hurriedly said, "Miss, if there’s nothing else, may I leave now? I have elders and children at home..."

"Shut up!"

Mo Yu suddenly drew her sword, ready to chop off the noisy doctor’s head. Murong Jiu had taken the antidote and would be fine; thus, the doctor was no longer useful.

The doctor knew too much, and Mo Yu vaguely felt something was off about this doctor. She would rather kill mistakenly than let go of a suspect.

However, just then, Mo Yu’s hand softened, and her sword deviated. Unbeknownst to her, her body had been compromised from within; her inner strength had dissipated completely. Seizing this opportunity, the young doctor threw a silver needle aimed at Mo Yu’s eye.

"Ah!——"

Mo Yu screamed, a silver needle pierced one of her eyes, yet she still managed to stabilize herself and ran toward the door at top speed.

Knowing her inner strength had dissipated, along with possibly being poisoned, she didn’t hesitate for a moment and escaped first.

The young doctor chased to the door and saw Mo Yu riding away on a horse. He cursed under his breath, immediately turned back, and from the bottom of his medical box, took out a few pills to restore Qi and blood and administered them to her.

"It’s a shame she got away, Ah Jiu, we need to leave immediately."

He had intended to meddle with the horse on his way here, but he worried about alerting the enemy which might compromise saving Murong Jiu and alert the woman in black.

Murong Jiu opened her eyes and said to him, "Senior Brother Cheng, you did very well."

The young doctor in front of her was no stranger but an unfortunate orphan whom their master had taught medicine for a few months in their early years. Though the master hadn’t officially taken him as a disciple, Murong Jiu still respectfully called him Senior Brother.

After being poisoned by Thin Line Heaven, their master thought of Senior Brother Cheng in West State, close to the Western Regions. Maybe Senior Brother Cheng knew something, but it had been so long since they had contacted him. Messages were sent out, yet they didn’t know if Senior Brother Cheng received them.

When Mo Yu brought her to this mountainous area, she guessed that they might have entered Senior Brother Cheng’s territory. It was a gamble, but unexpectedly, the one Mo Yu brought was indeed Senior Brother Cheng.

She and Senior Brother Cheng still had great tacit understanding. Senior Brother Cheng must have received her message, knowing that she had been poisoned by Thin Line Heaven, and guessed her intention to get Mo Yu to bring out the antidote after learning she had taken Broken Intertine Grass.

The medicinal soup Senior Brother Cheng served her didn’t contain any sleeping agents, only a part that calmed the nerves. Therefore, Murong Jiu guessed that it must have been Mo Yu who instructed Senior Brother Cheng to slip her something that would make her vomit blood. Although the drug was strong and caused her to bleed, the actual damage to her body was not severe, and the lost blood could be replenished later.

The reason Mo Yu fell into the trap was largely related to the medicinal scent on Senior Brother Cheng.

The medicinal soup given by Senior Brother Cheng did contain the antidote.

However, now was not the time for reminiscing. If there were followers of the Fourth Prince nearby and Mo Yu brought reinforcements, it would be troublesome.

"Ah Jiu, quick! I’ll carry you!"

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