Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife

Mu Yunyao had obviously realized that something wasn't right and she hurriedly searched everywhere. The water here was warm, so there should be living herbs. She didn't walk far before she saw what she was looking for. She quickly pulled it out and cleaned it.

"Where are you hurt?" The weeds by the water's edge were very tall, reaching Ning Junyue's shoulders. She could only smell the blood, but didn't know how well he had been injured.

Ning Junyue looked at her coldly, and only opened his mouth after a long while: "Chest."

Pushing aside the weeds, Mu Yunyao's heart skipped a beat. The silver clothes on his body had already been dyed red, and a wound ran from his left shoulder all the way down to his right rib.

With a shout of offense, Mu Yunyao gently and quickly took off Ning Junyue's jacket. Looking at the wound, she couldn't help but take a deep breath. The wound was deep and the blood was dark red.

He was the direct son of Empress Wei, so his position should have been revered. However, Empress Wei had been convicted of poisoning the prince, and although she was not deposed as the empress, she had been sent to the cold palace. After the king was born in the cold palace, he died in blood. Yue Wang grew up unliked by the emperor. Before he was fourteen, he lived in the Cold Palace. At fourteen, he became a king, but his territory was in the bitter cold border region of western Guangdong.

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At the end of the regal ceremony, he was sent directly to western Guangdong Province, where he stayed for eight years. Everyone in the court understood that calling him a king was no different from exile. In her memories, it should have taken Yue Yang three years to return from the border.

"Um …" "Let me use the dagger." Mu Yunyao was a little hesitant. She could feel that Wang Yue was prepared for her, and she was afraid that if anything went wrong, he would take her life, "There's some dirt on the skin around your wound, and it also seems to be poisonous. If you don't remove this flesh, the effects won't be good, even if you apply a hemostatic on it."

Ning Junyue handed the dagger over, his ice-cold gaze sweeping across her slender neck. The young girl in front of him was thin and delicate, with a white neck that he could grasp with one hand. It would be easy to kill her.

Mu Yunyao felt her neck go cold, as if she was being stared at by a fierce beast. She couldn't help but feel her heart speed up. He took the dagger and carefully moved it closer to his chest. "Endure it for a moment, it will be very painful."

Ning Junyue didn't mind and swept his gaze across Mu Yunyao's face before returning it to her neck. It was almost impossible to see her original appearance, but her neck was extremely beautiful, with flawless white like jade. As his gaze fell upon her, her delicate face trembled, and a blush rose up on the back of her neck, giving him the impulse to stretch out his hand and rub it.

Ning Junyue didn't make a sound from start to finish, but Mu Yunyao was sweating profusely. Seeing the blood that flowed from her wounds turn bright red, she hurriedly chewed the medicinal herbs and helped him apply it. "That's enough, you …"

Before she could finish, she suddenly felt a cold feeling on her neck. An ice-cold hand was placed on her neck.

Ning Junyue narrowed his eyes slightly. This feeling was as fragrant as warm jade. His thumb moved slightly according to his thoughts, brushing past the blush on the side of her neck, and he felt the person beneath him shudder.

Mu Yunyao's heart thumped wildly. Her body was as stiff as a rock. "I saved your life because of your kindness. You won't repay this kindness with taking revenge, will you? You killed me?"

A flash of interest appeared in his eyes as Ning Junyue's hands tightened slightly. She slightly widened her eyes, causing clear water to flood out of them. It was purer than a mountain stream, much like a Mandarin cat that he had raised when he was young.

He retracted his hand and saw a red rope around her neck. He snapped it and held it in his hand. "A favor. You can ask for it."

Mu Yunyao abruptly heaved a sigh of relief, and the killing intent on his body vanished. "Then I'll be leaving." After saying that, seeing that the King did not react, she carefully retreated. Then, she picked up the basket and quickly ran away, the dagger in her hand still helping to treat his wounds.

Since she hadn't found the snake, this dagger was now replacing it to help her.

After running for half an hour and returning to the foot of the mountain, Mu Yunyao finally stopped to catch her breath when she saw the people in the village. Putting away her dagger, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked into the village as if nothing had happened.

Right now, she incomparably cherished her life and feared death because she had her mother to protect her. She did not take revenge for her great hatred and had unfulfilled its will. She wanted to live a good life, and be better than anyone else.