Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

Mu Yunyao woke up early the next morning. His mother had been frightened last night and was still sleeping. She quietly got off the bed and didn't want to wake her up.

Madame Li's face turned red, and she frowned as she hummed in a low voice. She already had a fever.

Mu Yunyao coldly withdrew her gaze and went to the woodshed to carry the basket on her back. After exiting the main door, she walked towards the back of the mountain. Since she was going to act, she naturally had to act out the entire act. She hated Madame Li, but she wouldn't ruin her own reputation because of her.

The village of Lower Weir was at the edge of Yan City, at the foot of Mount Weir. There were many wild herbs growing on the dense trees on the mountain. If a villager became sick, they would go up the mountain to find some medicinal herbs to drink. Most of them would also slowly recover.

The winter wind was strong, and when it hit a person's face, it felt like fine needles, densely packed and painful. But Mu Yunyao walked slowly, a smile on her lips.

Since the trees and grasses on the mountain were withered, it was not easy to distinguish between the herbs. Hence, her eyesight was quite good, and she quickly found the hemostatic young thistle and the anesthetic Solanum lyratum Vine. After she finished digging, she continued on her way to the back of the mountain.

At the back of the mountain, there was a place where the water was living, and the water was always warm. She was going to the water's edge to find a snake and give it as a gift to the rich man Zhang who wanted to take her mother as his concubine:

Sacrifice!

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Circling the mountain ridge, they could see a thin mist rising. Mu Yunyao quickened her steps and put down the basket. She held the warm water to wash her face and felt her mood become a lot happier. He smirked as he looked around. There was warm water here, and the surrounding vegetation was still green. Snakes naturally liked to dig holes in the grass to hibernate in.

Looking at an area where plants flourished, she stepped on a rock and crossed the stream. Squatting down, she brushed away the tall grass. A cold light flashed before her eyes and a sharp blade pressed against her throat:

"Who are you?"

Mu Yunyao's entire body stiffened as the cold chill crawled up her back. She instantly broke out in a layer of cold sweat as she said, "I am a villager from the village at the foot of the mountain. I have no ill intentions in gathering medicinal herbs in the mountain."

The sharp blade was still pressed against her throat, causing a sharp pain to spread out. Mu Yunyao's pupils constricted as she hurriedly said, "I have medicinal ingredients to stop the bleeding!" She could smell the thick smell of blood. This person must have been severely injured. She hoped that he wouldn't kill her out of consideration for her help!

The stream flowed down with a crashing sound, and Mu Yunyao heard her own heart thump loudly and clearly.

After a long time, there was finally movement in the grass. The sharp blade was slowly retracted and a man sat up.

Mu Yunyao didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements, and only cast her gaze over. With a single glance, she was greatly shocked!

The face of the man in front of him was covered in blood, but it did not affect the noble aura around him. The pale face, the grave and stern eyebrows, each line of the face seemed to be meticulously carved out, especially the pair of black eyes in the cold pond.

Just his appearance alone wouldn't cause Mu Yunyao to turn pale from fright. What she found unbelievable was his identity: King Yue! The fourth prince of the current dynasty, Ning Yuelao!

Although he had only seen him once, anyone who had seen him, even if it was just a glance, would be able to recognize him again. The cold aura from his body was simply too special.

Mu Yunyao's entire body could not help but tremble, the hatred and fear in her heart slowly spread. In the end, she died indistinctly in Duke Fu Palace, and even in her death, she was still unclear about what had happened.

Ning Junyue raised his eyes, the black pupils were like a cold pool: "Where's the medicine?"

Mu Yunyao suddenly regained her senses and abruptly lowered her head, "It's by the stream, I'll go get it." She could not act rashly when the enemy was strong and she was weak. Moreover, she could not cause too much trouble now. If she managed to attract the Su Clan's attention in advance, it would be terrible.

Ning Junyue did not make a sound, but watched as she slowly stood up. When she stepped on the rocks to cross the stream, she did not manage to stand steadily, and instead directly stepped into the water to wet her skirt and stockings.

Mu Yunyao gripped the strap of the basket tightly. She took a few deep breaths to suppress her surging emotions. She couldn't let Ning Junyue see any clues. Otherwise, based on his personality, he definitely wouldn't let her live.

Carrying the herb, Mu Yunyao didn't even dare to look up. "This is a little Ji I picked, it can stop the bleeding."

Ning Junyue looked at the dry herbs, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: A handful of hay, could it be that he wanted to eat it directly?