1191 You're Poisoned!

"The crown prince consort's cultivation is considered outstanding. I suspect that she possesses some special cultivation technique."

"Cultivation technique? Black-rank?"

"Black-rank?" Yi'an shook her head. "It definitely isn't a common black-rank cultivation technique. I suspect that she possesses a divine-rank or even a sacred-rank cultivation technique."

If not for a cultivation technique to supplement and complement her cultivation state, how could her cultivation advance so rapidly?

If she could dig out her secrets and make them her own…

Yi'an's gaze flickered as she walked back to her Anya Pavilion with Xu'er.

"The queen dowager also, she has not been thinking of you much recently, instead only yearning for her granddaughter-in-law. The day before yesterday, she even gifted that valuable interspatial ring to the crown prince consort." Xu'er pursed her lips and said, "It really was hard on Miss, personally attending to the queen dowager all these years. Yet in the end, you still could not hold a candle to the granddaughter-in-law whom she had only just met."

"Shut up." Yi'an glanced faintly at the gossipy Xu'er. "I have told you before that you shouldn't just speak your mind without a filter. Be careful that a loose tongue may cause a lot of trouble."

She still dared to speak so nonsensically in this palace that had so many eyes and ears? Yi'an glared at her before shaking her head.

Xu'er puffed out her cheeks before changing the topic, inquiring, "Commandery Princess, the Vassal King Consort of An'nan is hosting a flower-viewing gathering and has reportedly sent invites to all the noble ladies in the city. Are you planning to go?"

Yi'an was startled before nodding. "I naturally am going to go."

Suddenly, she halted and turned to Xu'er. "Is the crown prince consort going?"

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"Not going." Qiao Mu scratched the little fat squirrel's furry chin as she lay lazily against Mo Lian. "What would I go there for. I'm nearly busy to death myself, so how do I have the time to attend that whatever flower-viewing gathering."

Besides, everyone was well aware that the purpose of this kind of flower-viewing gathering was basically for madams to pick daughter-in-laws for their sons.

She was already an engaged woman, so why would she go?

There was completely no need!

The crown prince thus casually threw that invitation out the carriage window before holding his wife and saying with a smile, "Okay, not going."

"Qiaoqiao, if you're sleepy, you can nap for a bit."

Qiao Mu puffed out her small cheeks. "I just woke up."

"You've been cultivating both early and late recently, so it's truly been too hard on you." Mo Lian murmured into her ear, "Sleep for a bit more."

Speaking of this, Qiao Mu had nowhere to pour out her hot and bitter tears.

Thus, she laid back in Crown Prince Mo's embrace. Since the carriage was swaying anyways, she might as well catch some shut-eye. In the end, she really did close her eyes and fall asleep.

Mo Lian also helped her adjust to a more comfortable position on his knees.

He then turned to glare at that retreating little fat squirrel. "Don't be noisy."

"Chirp, chirp."

Acting cute, my *ass! The crown prince then ignored it after casting it a glance, focused on looking down to watch his Qiaoqiao instead.

Suddenly, Mo Lian's brows jerked, and he grabbed his left wrist with his right hand. Just as he was about to mobilize his medicinal power, however, a fair and tender small hand settled on his wrist to take his pulse.

The results immediately scared all of Qiao Mu's drowsiness away.

She promptly scrambled up. "You? Why didn't you say anything when you're poisoned?"

Mo Lian comforted in a low voice while hugging her small, soft body. "It's fine."

"What fine, this poison of yours is a neurotoxin. It's quite serious, yeah?" Qiao Mu glared at him.