Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 482

Chapter 482: Chapter 126: Loving You Is an Incurable Disease

In Sangzhi City, the small courtyard with a tranquil environment had its gate tightly closed, seemingly deserted.

However, under the tree in the courtyard, a figure clad in a luscious red robe lazily lay on a rocking chair, pretending to sleep with eyes closed. Behind her, a delicate-looking girl was gently massaging her shoulders, her rhythm slow and relaxing.

Suddenly, a sudden gust swept through the courtyard.

When the wind stopped, a young girl clad in a dark green cloak suddenly appeared, kneeling on one knee. "Little Lord, I’m back."

Mu Qingge slowly opened her eyes, her clear gaze falling upon the kneeling You He, and asked, "Speak."

"Yes, Little Lord." You He organized her thoughts briefly in her mind before relaying the information she had gathered: "The ambushers outside the city are bandits from the nearby mountains. Sangzhi City is close to Sunset Wilderness and Ba Country. It is said that many deserters from the battlefield and refugees fall into banditry, claiming the mountain as their domain. Not only that, due to the unique location of Sangzhi City, there are also many loose cultivators nearby."

"Bandits, loose cultivators?" Mu Qingge whispered these two words. Suddenly, she chuckled mockingly, "I suppose many people have both identities."

"Little Lord is wise." You He fawned, then continued, "These people usually create chaos, yet rarely disturb the Medicine Tower. The Medicine Tower seems to uphold its stature, unwilling to manage these scattered forces. However, there are rumors that some Medicine Tower disciples secretly engage with these forces, exchanging elixirs for their martial power support. For example, killing a person and seizing a rare medicinal treasure. The group dealt with by the Little Lord today was likely secretly involved with Diao Yuan."

Mu Qingge nodded imperceptibly and asked, "Have you found out how many people remain in this force, and what other forces are related to Diao Yuan?"

You He pursed her lips, somewhat self-reproachful: "Forgive me, Master, You He has not yet uncovered that information. Please allow me another day, and I will certainly investigate thoroughly."

"Rise, probing these details in such a short time is already impressive," Mu Qingge responded indifferently.

Following Mu Qingge’s words, You He stood up and handed over intelligence over the past few days from the Mu Mansion in Qin Country and the Dragon Tooth Guards. Naturally, these reports were organized with Hua Yue, filtering out duplicates and unimportant information.

"Little Lord, this is news from the Mu Mansion. This is news from the Dragon Tooth Guards." You He handed over the two stacks of papers to Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge took them, her gaze lightly sweeping over the contents.

The news from the Mu Mansion mostly concerned the current state in Qin Country. Overall, the little Emperor is still obedient, not causing any trouble, and most state affairs are managed by Regent King Qin Jinchen. Meanwhile, the Mu Family often puts on airs, remaining aloof.

Besides national affairs, there is naturally family matters.

The letter mentioned that Old Master Mu was in good health, and her aunt continued to be spirited. Both missed her greatly, questioning when she would return to Qin Country to visit them, asking where she was now, whether life outside suited her, and if she had enough silver tael, reminding her not to suffer any grievances.

Upon finishing, Mu Qingge instructed You He: "Find time to send a reply to Grandpa and Aunt, not meddling in Qin Country’s political affairs is wise. Old Master sacrificed his life for Qin Country, and it’s time he enjoys his retirement. If he’s bored, perhaps help Aunt find a good husband. As for me, I am doing well at the Medicine Tower, they should not worry. When I finish my current tasks, I will certainly return."

"Yes, Little Lord." You He took note of each order.

Having finished reading the national and family letters, Mu Qingge shifted her gaze to the intelligence from the Dragon Tooth Guards.

There, it essentially covered two matters.

The first matter involved the Dragon Tooth Guards’ cultivation status. The second matter was Mo Yang’s investigation concerning Fengniang’s connection with Li Country’s Eldest Princess.

Mo Yang’s letter noted that, if circumstances don’t change, Fengniang hidden in Sunset Town within Qin Country is Li Country’s Eldest Princess who left for love. The treasure taken by the Eldest Princess at that time is now in Mu Qingge’s hands as the demigod artifact dagger.

Additionally, more crucial information was revealed: In Li Country, both Princess and Prince have inheritance rights!

This means if Fengniang hadn’t left, given her prestige in Li Country, she likely would have been the potential heir to the throne. Feng Yugui, that scoundrel, has no real claim at all.

As for Mu Yi’s affairs, Mo Yang found little. Similar to earlier investigations, this person emerged out of thin air and disappeared abruptly in Sunset Forest.

Mu Qingge closed the dossier, murmuring to herself: "If Mu Yi really isn’t a person from Linchuan, does his disappearance in Sunset Forest suggest there’s a forbidden technique somewhere there leading out of Linchuan? Yet, if he really left Linchuan, why not take Fengniang with him?"

Pondering a while, Mu Qingge’s tightly pursed lips slowly relaxed, "It seems it’s necessary to meet Fengniang again." Whether for Mu Yi’s matter or Feng Yugui’s trouble, she felt a need to meet Fengniang personally once.

Regarding the trade between them, she thought it might be possible to change the approach.

Mu Qingge’s gaze flickered with determination, instructing: "Inform Mo Yang to bring Fengniang here. I want to see her here on the next rest day."

"Yes, Little Lord." You He and Hua Yue answered.

After nearly handling the affairs, Mu Qingge asked the two women: "Have you been well in Sangzhi City these days? Has anyone caused you trouble?"

You He and Hua Yue exchanged a glance and both shook their heads.

You He responded: "We abide by Little Lord’s orders, keeping a low profile and not stirring trouble, thus living quietly."

Mu Qingge nodded almost imperceptibly, suddenly her expression turned awkward for a moment, she hesitated before speaking: "Um, that... Has Lord Mo been back recently?"

Hua Yue spoke quickly: "No. After Lord went to the Medicine Tower, we haven’t seen Lord Mo again."

A subtle trace of disappointment flashed in Mu Qingge’s eyes. "Oh, maybe he’s left for some matters." An uncomfortable emotion arose in her heart, which Mu Qingge ignored.

She consoled herself with resignation: ’That guy always comes and goes without a trace, how could he bother to explain anything?’

Mu Qingge’s oddness might not be apparent to herself, but her personal maids, You He and Hua Yue, exchanged a glance discreetly...

Ultimately, both wisely maintained silence, they didn’t want to suffer after their mistress ’angrily embarrassed’ herself!

"Young Lord, what would you like to eat? This servant will prepare it." You He changed the topic.

Mu Qingge pondered earnestly for a moment, then named her favorite dishes.

You He took note of them one by one and then retreated to prepare the ingredients.

Hua Yue stayed by Mu Qingge’s side to attend to her.

After a sumptuous dinner, Mu Qingge bathed and changed her clothes, then lay on the comfortable soft bed, sprawling her limbs and completely relaxing.

"So comfortable." Mu Qingge closed her eyes, a face of bliss.

Suddenly, she abruptly opened her eyes, and saw a white shadow rushing toward her.

Her eyes widened sharply, but the opponent was so fast she couldn’t react, instantly controlling her arms and legs.

Feeling her legs restrained and her wrists firmly gripped, her voice turned colder: "Let me go!"

"Miss Qingge, are you missing me?" The leaning face of stunning beauty carried a faint smile, in its amber eyes, were specks of doting affection.

"Scram!" Mu Qingge’s voice sank further.

Yet to Si Mo it sounded more like she was embarrassed and angry from having her mind read.

Mu Qingge’s warning was completely disregarded by Si Mo. He continued smilingly gazing down at her, his ink-black hair draped naturally, entwining with Mu Qingge’s hair.

"Do you know you’re really heavy?" Mu Qingge gritted her teeth, squeezing the words out from between them.

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt the world spin.

When that spinning sensation vanished, she had swapped places with Si Mo, now lying atop him. The pose was so ambiguous, even with her thick skin, she still felt her cheeks burning like fire.

The overly intimate posture filled Mu Qingge’s heart with the urge to escape.

Her hands were released, but Si Mo instead tightly encircled her waist with his arms, pressing their bodies closely and impenetrably together.

Mu Qingge’s hands rested against Si Mo’s chest, wanting to distance themselves.

Yet she found this man’s strength was infuriatingly great!

Her bright eyes cooled, deep blue with a faint purple glow burst from Mu Qingge’s body, as if she wanted to rely on spiritual power to ’liberate herself’!

The deep blue light spread from Mu Qingge, gradually extending to Si Mo.

But he seemed completely unaware, instead holding her tighter.

His slender fingers mischievously roamed across her back. A tingling sensation arose from her spine, driving Mu Qingge to madness.

"The more Miss Qingge resists, the more I feel moved." A whisper by her ear suddenly froze her whole body.

As if, in the next moment, Si Mo would transform into a wolf, forcing her into something inappropriate for children.

The stiffness of Mu Qingge’s muscles made a slight smile curve at Si Mo’s lips. He asked again: "Clearly, Miss Qingge misses me, why does she show such intense resentment upon seeing me?"

"Miss you to death!" Mu Qingge finally exploded!

At this moment, even if this man intended to crush her to death with a single slap, she would fight back.

Without thinking, Mu Qingge’s right fist gathered spiritual power and fiercely struck the pit of Si Mo’s chest.

However, the expected roaring sound didn’t appear, nor did the imagined scene of blood scattering like vibrant flower petals across the sky.

Mu Qingge only felt that the spiritual power she unleashed seemed to be absorbed by some force.

Si Mo’s chest seemed to have transformed into a vortex capable of swallowing everything, devouring her unleashed spiritual power entirely.

She had always known that there was a significant gap between herself and this monster. However, when faced with reality, she felt utterly crushed!

Outside, perhaps she could still be considered a master.

But in front of this man, she didn’t even have the strength to fight back.

’Fine! If I can’t beat you, I’ll poison you!’ Mu Qingge thought through gritted teeth.

Yet, some ancient monster seemed to sense something, as he spoke with a hint of laughter in his voice, "Even if it’s poison, as long as it’s fed to me by little Ge’er, I’ll take it gladly."

Damn! Does he have to say such ambiguous things? Hey, feed you my sister!

This baby is pissed!

Mu Qingge seemed to hear the grinding sound of her own teeth.

’This man is too difficult to handle!’ Mu Qingge thought disheartenedly.

Suddenly, a bright idea flashed through her mind, ’Perhaps, there’s a way to make him embarrassed.’

Mu Qingge’s exquisite face suddenly blossomed into an enchanting smile.

She took the initiative to remove her ear studs, and without the concealment of the illusionary artifact, she appeared like an ethereal beauty emerging from the mist, clearly nestled in Si Mo’s arms.

Si Mo’s eyes shimmered, waiting with keen interest for what would happen next.

Mu Qingge stopped struggling, her hands overlapping on Si Mo’s chest, her chin resting on the back of her hands, her refined features exuding a lazy elegance.

"If Your Majesty the Holy King wishes to dedicate himself to me, then I can only accept with a smile. In this world, the person able to make Your Majesty condescend to serve others could only be me." As she spoke, Mu Qingge’s fingertips languidly traced Si Mo’s chest.

"How does little Ge’er plan to accept it?" Si Mo displayed a look of ’this honor indeed belongs only to you,’ but his voice was noticeably husky.

Mu Qingge furrowed her brows slightly, as if seriously contemplating this question.

After a while, she innocently said, "Hmm, isn’t figuring out how to serve not supposed to be Your Majesty’s concern?" Want to play, huh? Fine! This lord will play along!

"Then I’ll first help little Ge’er disrobe." Si Mo said, flipping his body to lie on his side beside Mu Qingge, one arm wrapping around her, the other already reaching out to grab the tie on Mu Qingge’s clothes.

Just a pull of his hand and the tie would come undone, revealing endless charm.

Mu Qingge’s gaze fell on his hand, faintly nervous yet pretending to be calm, her smile exceedingly seductive.

This expression made Si Mo’s amber eyes darken, and his hand trembled, unraveling the tie.

The smooth silk robe slipped off, revealing Mu Qingge’s delicate collarbone and a large expanse of snowy skin on her chest. Fortunately, the critical area was wrapped in cloth, preventing exposure.

But even this grace was enough to make Si Mo’s heart skip a beat.

The snowy scene before his eyes made his vision blur, his mind momentarily disoriented.

The coolness on her collarbone and the man’s captivated gaze sparked murderous intent in Mu Qingge’s heart repeatedly. She hadn’t expected Si Mo to dare to do it!

Suddenly, she curved her lips into a smile, enchanting and alluring. She reached out, grasped Si Mo’s belt, and with a highly enticing voice said, "Then I’ll help Your Majesty disrobe as well."

Having said that, she was about to tug Si Mo’s belt down with force.

But before she could pull, her hand was firmly pressed by Si Mo, allowing her to feel the taut waist muscles beneath the fabric and the slightly heated skin.

Mu Qingge paused, raising her eyes to look at Si Mo, and in that instant, collided with those deep amber eyes.

Such depth, such focus, was something she’d never seen before.

"Little Ge’er, from now on, will you be my wife?" Si Mo suddenly said seriously.

His tone carried not a hint of teasing, as if it were the most solemn query he had ever posed.

Yet, when those words reached Mu Qingge’s ears, it felt like a bolt out of the blue! It truly came without any preparation, and as her mind processed it, her mouth instinctively blurted out, "Are you crazy?"

This answer made Si Mo’s gaze darken further. He wasn’t angry or disappointed; instead, he looked at her even more earnestly, speaking each word slowly, "Yes, I am sick with love for you, and no medicine can cure it. Only you, you are my remedy."

Hiss—!

Mu Qingge got goosebumps all over and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Oh great master, where did you learn such cheesy words from?"

"Don’t beat around the bush, seriously consider my words. I won’t pressure you." Si Mo sighed helplessly, his voice a deep timbre.

Mu Qingge’s mouth twitched, obediently clamping her mouth shut.

Si Mo fixed his gaze on Mu Qingge’s tightly pressed lips, seeing her originally rosy lips pale from the pressure, his heart aching immensely.

He slowly lowered his head, intending to rescue those pitiful lips.

Their breaths drew closer, intertwined. Mu Qingge’s eyes widened, staring intently at Si Mo’s increasingly clear visage, and when their noses lightly brushed, she turned her head away.

Si Mo’s cool lips, carrying a peculiar scent, skimmed past her cheek, sending a shiver across her skin.

It was as if Mu Qingge heard a heavy sigh near her ear, and then she fell into a deep sleep.

That night, she slept exceptionally well, sweet and sound.

In her dreams, Si Mo’s words echoed endlessly, lingering relentlessly.

When she awoke from sleep, she remained in a daze, unsure if she was awake or still dreaming.

Beside her, Si Mo had long disappeared without a trace, not even a hint of presence left behind, as if Mu Qingge’s memory of last night was truly just a dream.

Lying on the soft bed, Mu Qingge stared blankly at the ceiling, layers of silk drapes resembling mist, obscuring the reality of the events.

This ancient monster of a man actually said he liked her? Wanted her to become his wife? Did she have auditory hallucinations?

Mu Qingge’s clear eyes were filled with confusion.

This wasn’t what scared her the most. What frightened her was, upon hearing those words, she didn’t feel disgusted, nor did she reject them!

What on earth is happening!

What happened to her resolution not to marry? Her determination to make adventuring the top priority? Her resolve to roam the world dressed as a man?

Getting married and having children?!

This topic is like an outright horror film, isn’t it!

Mu Qingge imagined herself in the future with a child in one arm and fighting monsters with the other, and suddenly her ’tiger body’ trembled, almost sweating from fright.

"Damn! I must’ve been poisoned by that old monster! It’s definitely some strong but mind-confusing poison!" Mu Qingge cursed vehemently.

Suddenly, the spot on her cheek where Si Mo kissed last night started to heat up.

She couldn’t help but lift her hand to cover her cheek, immediately feeling her face burn red.

This heat quickly spread throughout her body, making her feel like a scorching hot branding iron.

Feeling unbearably hot, Mu Qingge abruptly sat up from the bed, shouting towards the outside, "You He, Hua Yue, prepare cold water, my lord wants a cold bath!"

Despite her unwillingness to admit it, she had to confront a reality... she had indeed been charmed by a thousand-year-old monster!

Taking a cold bath first thing in the morning?

What kind of drama is little lord playing now?

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