The Truth About the Divine Doctor's Abandoned Consort 1

  At dawn, Lan Ya got up early and left the mansion with the order of Zhu Ye's crazy Ming, without anyone stopping her.

  On the bustling street, people crowded and discussed in an uproar.

  "The three kings of Northern Zhou entered the barbarian country as sons-in-law, which is also a joyful event."

  "What good news, I think it's bad news. You don't know, at the last royal banquet, the third prince and the mad king openly confronted each other and were seriously injured. The little princess from a neighboring country was very displeased."

  "Indeed, Fan's ambition is very big, if he were to unite with Northern Zhou, there might be another war."

  "Don't spout nonsense, the three kings of Northern Zhou stayed in Murong for over a decade, so it's clear they still have feelings for our Murong."

  "Emotions? You don't understand a thing! Since ancient times, royalty has only valued power; emotions are worthless!"

  The whispers of gossip reached her ears, Lan Ya wore a milky white dress, with a white veil covering her face, and behind her followed black-clad guards.

  Proton mansion.

  A large group of guards stood, carriages and horses stretched out like a dragon, one after another. At the gate, Beili Liancheng was supported by Mo Yueting as he entered the carriage. Lan Ya hid in the crowd, tightly grasping the Qinghua porcelain bottle in her hand.

  Watching Baili Liancheng get on the horse carriage, Lan Ya wanted to open her mouth but didn't know what to call out. The team of people and horses moved, heading towards the outside of the city.

  She closely followed the horse carriage, her eyes were eager, suddenly, Baili Liancheng lifted up the curtain of the carriage, and in the sea of people, their gazes met.

  Baili Liancheng's pale face showed a hint of joy in his eyes.

  "Lian Cheng, what are you looking at?" Bei Mo Ping Ting glanced out of the car.

  "Nothing." Ba Li Lian Cheng withdrew the light from his eyes and lowered the curtains.

  Lan Ya's raised hand remained suspended in mid-air, still clutching the bottle. She didn't know why Bailing chose to marry into her family, and she didn't want to ask. As long as he was okay, that was all that mattered.

  Her goal today was not to stop him, but to give him the medicine blood, at least to suppress the poisonous insects' surge.

  As she watched Baili Liancheng lower the curtain, she hesitated for a moment before following the luxurious carriage forward. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks and turned to glance at the robustly dressed guards behind her.

  "Do me a favor." Knowing he couldn't possibly meet Baoli Liancheng alone now, continuing like this wasn't going to work either.

  "What can I do for you?" the robust man asked in a cold tone.

  "Give this bottle to Third Master Wang." Lan Ya opened her hand, revealing a Qinghua porcelain bottle.

  Two robust guards did not reach out for it, but instead exchanged a hesitant glance.

  "It's just some medicine." Lan Ya explained as she saw the two hesitate.

  The man hesitated for a moment before taking the bottle in his hand and turning to head towards the horse carriage in front.

  Lan Ya stood for half a moment, he really left, with some bitterness in his heart.

  "Let's go." She said softly, she had been out for a long time, if she didn't return, that man would definitely find fault with her.

  "Lan Jie." Turning around and taking a few steps back, a figure appeared not far from her.

  A robust man stepped forward immediately, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

  "He is my friend." Lan Ya hastily stopped, the heavily armed guard sheathed his sword.

  The guard heard this and cautiously glanced at the other person, his long sword slightly withdrawn from his hand.

  "May I have a word with Miss Lan?" Mu Feng's face sank.

  "Good." Lan Ya nodded.

  Following Mufeng out of the crowd, he turned into an alley, where a strong guard stood not far away.

  "This is what the master of the house gave you." Mu Feng handed a letter to Lan Ya.

  Lan Ya opened the envelope and a row of words entered her eyes.

  "A short one month, a long three months, what does that mean?" Lan Ya's brow furrowed, he told her to wait for him.

  At these words, Mu Feng's anger flashed by: "If it weren't for this woman, the affairs of Fanbang would have been understood long ago. Why did our king have to go to Fanbang under the name of entering the son-in-law?"

  "What's meant by 'entering as a concubine'?" Lan Ya asked somewhat anxiously.

  "My king treats you so well, yet you're so carefree and at ease." Mu Feng had never been able to stand Lan Ya from the start. The banquet was originally supposed to go according to plan, but she messed it up and even got the king severely injured.

  "Speak clearly." Lan Ya heard it vaguely and felt something was off in her heart.

  Mo Feng had been secretly harboring anger in his heart and didn't want to say anything, but seeing Lan Ya's situation, he couldn't help it: "My king agreed to help the Dark Night Cult master obtain the treasure of a foreign land just to protect you."

  Lan Ya almost went deaf: "For me? Treasure of a foreign country?"

  These have nothing to do with her, she has never provoked any Dark Night Lord...

  "The medicinal blood on your body is enough to cause a sensation in the four countries." Seeing Lan Ya's confusion, Mu Feng reminded her.

  Lan Ya's eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Mu Feng who took two steps back: "You... know?"

  Mo Feng nodded: "My king will cover up this matter, the Dark Night Master promised that as long as he gets the precious treasure of Fanbang, he won't mention the medicine blood affair and won't make things difficult for you. My king has never touched the Princess of Fanbang and won't really marry her."

  Lan Ya suppressed the pain in her chest, her eyes wide with fear. Everything he did was to protect her...

  It turned out that everything was wrong, he was so good to her, but she hurt him so much.

  She was wrong, she did many things wrong...

  Lan Ya wandered aimlessly on the street, her body feeling empty and ethereal, wanting to cry but unable to.

  The sky didn't know when it started snowing, and the snowflakes fell down one by one. The cold snowflakes touched my cheeks and melted instantly.

  She stood still, stretched out her hand to catch a snowflake, very white, just like that white figure. Suddenly, she felt he didn't deserve him...

  Now she is possessed by a wild and demonic obsession, she herself feels dirty, how can she be worthy of him?

  "Miss, please go back." The strong guard blocked her way.

  Lan Ya didn't turn back to look at him, her voice cold and clear: "I want to walk a bit more."

  It's snowing, the crowd on the street is dispersing, and people are constantly running past her in twos and threes. She doesn't know where to go next, nor does she want to return to that prison inhabited by devils.

  "Hey mister, miss, spare some change." A voice suddenly sounded in her ear.

  Lan Ya turned her head, and a familiar figure appeared before her eyes. Boding was still wearing his tattered black clothes, and he sat by the street as snow fell around him. His hands were frozen red, and there wasn't a single copper coin in the bowl in front of him, but there was half a dry rice cake.

  She walked a few steps over and crouched down, her eyes fixed on the half piece of stale rice cake in the bowl.

  A short half month has made her accustomed to many things. The life of a beggar is hard, but it's happier than the mountain delicacies and seafood she has now.

  Suddenly, there was an extra figure in front of her. At a glance, the fabric on that person's body was top-notch. Seeing her staring at the dry rice balls in her bowl, Bao Dding was somewhat surprised.

  Lan Ya raised her eyes and took a glance at Boding, seeing him staring at her in surprise. She curved the corners of her eyes and revealed a smile, then reached out to take the dry rice cake from his bowl. Under his surprised gaze, she opened her mouth under her veil and took a bite.