Chapter 1688-1690: Order to Recall Divine Doctor Mu
"Wife, I’m ready." His eyes openly conveyed this message.
"I’m ready too." Yang Chuxia chuckled, stepped up, and wrapped an arm around his head, giving his thin lips a thorough tease.
...
"Morning, my wife!"
As soon as Yang Chuxia opened her eyes, she met Ye Zi’an’s smiling gaze and was greeted with a warm morning kiss.
"Get lost, you." Seeing his smug smile, Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes and kicked him off the bed.
As he tumbled off the bed, he instinctively grabbed the thin blanket, dragging it to the floor, leaving Yang Chuxia exposed.
Ye Zi’an’s eyes darkened slightly, then he hummed, "Who’s really enticing whom here?"
"Hmph, turning the tables." Yang Chuxia casually grabbed her clothes and put them on. "What time is it? Isn’t it time to get up?"
"It’s the end of the hour between 5:00 a.m and 7:00 a.m, just right to get up for breakfast."
"Aren’t you getting up? Is the floor that comfortable?" Yang Chuxia had already dressed and turned her head to see him still lying on the floor with the blanket.
"Why get up so early? There’s nothing to do anyway." Ye Zi’an thought to himself. In the earlier years, he had to study hard, and in the later years, he had to deal with official duties—rarely did he have the chance to sleep in. Now, with nothing pressing, why get up so early? It’s fine to lounge in bed a bit longer.
"Suit yourself."
Seeing his reluctance to get up, Yang Chuxia didn’t rush him.
Yet, when Mingcui and Ming Lan had breakfast ready, he came out.
"Daddy, what’s wrong with your mouth?" The kids had come over early for breakfast with their parents, and Yangyang noticed his dad’s lips seemed a bit swollen and red. "Daddy, no way! You’re already handsome enough, no need for lipstick!"
"Pfft..." Hearing his words, Lele almost choked.
Yang Chuxia glanced at Ye Zi’an’s lips. She knew the reason, but this little rascal had such sharp eyes; how did he notice?
"Oh, dad got bitten by a mosquito last night. Those mosquitoes are annoying; they just have to bite my lips." Ye Zi’an cheerfully sat down and touched his lips.
Just as he sat, Yang Chuxia subtly stepped on his foot under the table, as if saying he called her a mosquito.
The sharp pain in his foot twisted Ye Zi’an’s smile just a bit.
"Yeah, mosquitoes are quite annoying. Mom, look at my arm; it’s full of red bumps." Yangyang scratched his arm a few times. "Mom, the mosquito repellent incense at home isn’t working."
"I’ll switch to another kind for you tonight." Yang Chuxia noticed his arm covered with red spots and added, "I have some ointment; apply it before heading to class."
"Got it."
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"Have you found out who poisoned him this time?" After breakfast, Ye Zi’an went to the study where Ye Yi was waiting.
"You guessed right; it was Prince Fu."
After a pause, Ye Yi continued, "The young heir’s poison hasn’t been neutralized; I heard the royal physicians prescribed some suppressants. The imperial hospital suggests summoning Divine Doctor Mu back."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, I heard Prince Fu rushed to the palace last night to persuade the Emperor to summon Divine Doctor Mu back."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an’s brows furrowed slightly, thinking it was fortunate that Mu Shaoling had been hidden away early. Otherwise, the task of detoxifying would have fallen on him.
Interesting, that someone so skilled in detoxification was overlooked while they sought help from afar.
"Hmm, keep an eye on them, and be ready to apprehend anyone as soon as they appear." While he wasn’t involved in poisoning, he would certainly step into the apprehension game.
"Yes!"
Two days later, the poison of Prince Le’s heir still hadn’t been neutralized, and the Emperor’s decree had also been issued.
But soon after, news came from the Mu Family that they were unable to contact Mu Shaoling, unsure of his whereabouts.
In Prince Le’s Mansion, Prince Le remained silent in his study for a long time until the guards came in, prompting him to change his posture.
"How is it? Any findings?"
"Sir, we can determine who did it, but the evidence isn’t conclusive."
"Who? Prince Zhuang?"
"No, it’s Prince Fu!"
"Him?" Prince Le’s face clouded over. "How could it be him? Why would he target our mansion?"
Prince Le stood up from his chair, pondered for a while, and asked, "Does this have anything to do with Ye Zi’an?"
"Sir, in my opinion, it shouldn’t be much related," the guard replied. "Though Ye Zi’an has been with Prince Fu and Prince Ping lately, all his actions have been under our surveillance, and there’s been no indication of them discussing these matters."