FRGNM -Chapter 248 Yes… It’s Me Again

“What exactly are you talking about… what medicine doctor?!” Shen Qing’s face turned pale with fury. She almost wanted to strangle the man before her.

But Yelü Hanxin lifted his head, arching an eyebrow with a smile. “Do I need to repeat it? Fine, I will. When you first clashed with that man, you nearly killed him with an arrow—but you didn’t know, Dongyang Ze’s divine abilities are vast. Even then, he didn’t die; instead, he slowly recovered. So we sent a medicine doctor to their camp to treat his injuries, and also secretly collect his blood. The doctor stayed by his side for three months and discovered he carried a scented pouch constantly. Even stranger, the pouch could interact with other medicines, vibrating in response to them. So… as long as Dongyang Ze wore the pouch, the poison inside him could never be neutralized. It would only grow stronger, until death!”

“You… despicable! Yelü Hanxin, I hate you!” Shen Qing slapped him hard, then broke free and ran outside. No—she had to warn them. He could never wear that pouch again!

A cold gleam flashed in Yelü Hanxin’s eyes. He grabbed Shen Qing, smiling coldly. “My beloved princess… you are now the Princess of Jinqin, not the girl you once were. What use is your love for him? He still despises you! Hah… you truly haven’t changed, still obsessed with him! But now, you cannot leave here. Guards, take the princess away and watch her well. When I return victorious, I will come back to marry her!”

“Even if I die, I will never marry you!” Shen Qing pushed him away with force, striking with her hands. But her legs weakened, and she nearly fell.

Yelü Hanxin caught her effortlessly, chuckling. “Relax, Princess. I burned a fragrance in your tent earlier—colorless and odorless. Once inhaled, your body would weaken. Just rest. When I return, you will be my wife.”

“You… despicable…” Her eyes darkened with resolve. She needed to warn others, couldn’t sleep…

But her head tilted, and she fell into a deep sleep. Yelü Hanxin coldly smiled, placing Xu Qing on the large bed, one hand over his stomach as his anger boiled. He stormed toward the latrine—damn it! That so-called strategist, if he fell into his hands, he’d pay too!

“Not good, Ruoxi, Green Robe, Dongyang Ze is about to collapse!” Early in the morning, Silver Wolf lifted the tent flap, seeing the two still studying medicine inside and scratching his head.

“Collapse? Yesterday, Ruoxi helped him with Dou Qi and Purple Bamboo protection. How could this happen?” Green Robe’s expression darkened.

“I… I don’t know, but he looks like charred coal. Wu Ma fainted when she saw him. Many soldiers are guarding him. You’d better go see for yourselves,” Silver Wolf replied, helpless.

Ling Ruoxi and Green Robe rushed over. Upon arrival, the scene was dire. Dongyang Ze was completely unconscious, his body charred black as if burned, yet a faint life force remained. The scented pouch was still worn, but it no longer had any effect. Even the Dou Qi Ling Ruoxi infused yesterday had been shattered by the poison.

The toxin had spread into his heart meridian. If it continued, the poison would worsen, becoming almost untreatable.

“Damn, it’s this bad already?!” Silver Wolf’s eyes widened in shock. It was just a little dark before—how did it go all black so quickly?

Green Robe took a deep breath, pressing his hand to Dongyang Ze’s pulse. The heat nearly burned him, so he quickly withdrew and infused purple Dou Qi into his fingers, carefully feeling the pulse.

Sizzle… Like roasting meat, white smoke drifted around. Green Robe’s brow furrowed, glancing at Ling Ruoxi in alarm. “No, the poison is worsening. Everyone out! I’ll open my eyes and see where the problem is, and adjust the poison inside him.”

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?!” Silver Wolf rolled his eyes, waving the others out.

“We’re not leaving. We need to watch over His Highness. We know you aren’t traitors, but you’re the ones claiming he’s fine. Whatever you’re about to do, we stay!” one soldier shouted. Human life was at stake.

Green Robe ignored them. His black eyes scanned the group coldly. “Since you’re staying, don’t shout. Cover your mouths—no one speaks, no matter what you see.”

“Yes, sir!” The soldiers quickly obeyed.

The black eyes darkened. He closed them slowly, letting the purple Dou Qi settle. The next moment, his sinister blue eyes appeared, exuding a terrifying, soul-consuming aura. Veins on his face bulged, giving him an almost mutated appearance.

“Ahhh!” One soldier screamed, clutching his mouth in fear.

Green Robe remained unaffected, eyes fixed on Dongyang Ze. A flash of blue light passed—his expression darkened further. Black mist from his body surged toward Dongyang Ze’s heart meridian. The pouch at his waist emitted dark energy, infiltrating his body.

“The pouch… the Purple Bamboo!” Green Robe grabbed the pouch and observed Dongyang Ze. The black mist inside had stopped moving, and the poison slowed. Unexpectedly, the Purple Bamboo meant to save him had become the source of his poisoning.

He closed his eyes briefly, reopening them with black eyes locked on Ling Ruoxi. “Strange… Could the sedative they used contain a rare substance that mixed with the Purple Bamboo’s aura to create poison? But how would they know he carried Purple Bamboo? To make such a drug, they must have been close to him… and treated his illnesses before.”

“You mean the medicine doctor who treated him? But Wu Ma said he left after a few months,” Ling Ruoxi mused, advancing quickly. She infused Dou Qi around Dongyang Ze, tilting her hand to slip a pill into his mouth. Finding the source would make everything easier.

A nearby soldier murmured, “You mean the medicine doctor who stayed here for three months? He researched medicines daily. We didn’t know what he was doing. He treated His Highness’s injuries. He was nice, sometimes helped us heal, but occasionally only. He left recently, maybe for a personal matter.”

“Oh?” Green Robe’s brows lifted. He smirked. “We still can’t rule out those medicine doctors. Ruoxi, let’s wake him first.”

Gradually, Dongyang Ze’s skin returned to its natural color, his breathing steadied. With Ling Ruoxi’s Dou Qi, he would need rest to fully recover.

“Not good! Not good! The Jinqin army is attacking—they’re coming!” Outside, soldiers ran in panic. They saw Dongyang Ze still unconscious, frowning. Why hadn’t His Highness awakened?

Green Robe smirked, hand on his chin. “Oh? Didn’t see that coming. His stomach’s fine… not bad. Seems there’s a skilled medicine doctor in their camp who knows how to counter medicines. Let’s go meet them!”

“You’re crazy! Fight? The outcome is obvious. If you go, you’ll only die!” Silver Wolf warned.

Even the soldiers nodded. A bearded one said quietly, “Sir, you’re a medicine doctor—leave the battle to us. Focus on treating His Highness.”

Green Robe shrugged. “Underestimating medicine doctors? Fine, I’ll go see.”

“The attacker is Yelü Hanxin. Scouts report the Jinqin princess has been captured. He’s confident of victory. We’ll suppress his momentum,” one soldier said, lifting the tent flap and heading outside.

After a night’s rest, the soldiers had recovered, standing with swords drawn. But without their prince, uncertainty lingered as they watched Green Robe step out.

“Well, we meet again. This time, the medicine doesn’t seem to work. Look over there,” Green Robe said, raising an eyebrow. The enemy wore masks—now, any medicine would be useless against them.