Mu Miao's slender waist was encircled by delicate hands, bringing the two so close that Little Wei instinctively raised her eyes to meet Mu Miao's gaze, mere inches away.
Too close.
Her fingertips curled involuntarily, her breath growing shallow, filled entirely with the faint medicinal scent clinging to Mu Miao.
"Can we... not kiss?" Little Wei's hands moved to push away, but after a feeble attempt, she quickly withdrew them.
The lingering softness and warmth at her fingertips left her flustered.
"Alright," Mu Miao surprisingly agreed.
Yet, before Little Wei could react, Mu Miao cupped the back of her head.
What was this?
A flicker of surprise flashed in her eyes as the medicinal fragrance lingered between their lips. She could even see the fine down on Mu Miao's face, her own lashes trembling uncontrollably, cheeks flushed, and a faint sheen of sweat forming on her nose.
It felt as if she were being entirely consumed by her master.
Seated on Mu Miao's lap, Little Wei only realized something was amiss when her outer robe slipped to the floor.
Enough.
Even if they had crossed boundaries before, Little Wei still remembered her place.
That’s right—she was the dominant one.
What kind of image did it set, sitting on a girl’s lap?
"Master," Little Wei suddenly interjected sternly, halting any further advances.
"Hmm?" Mu Miao blinked in surprise.
"It’s time to go beg for food." Little Wei patted her shoulder.
Mu Miao: ?
Only when the palace maids brought in the dishes did Mu Miao understand what Little Wei had meant by "begging for food."
"I'm hungry," Little Wei said with an utterly innocent look.
"Oh, no worries, eat as much as you like." Mu Miao’s eyes softened, shimmering with tenderness.
That gaze bore an uncanny resemblance to Ning Moqing’s.
But recalling that this expression often appeared during those moments, Little Wei decided begging outside the palace might be preferable.
She had been fooled by Mu Miao for far too long. It seemed she’d need to add a new nightly routine now.
As Little Wei nibbled her chopsticks, pondering how to handle the situation, Su Zhe’s voice interrupted.
"Divine Physician Mu, Miss Little Wei, His Majesty has arrived."
Mu Miao and Little Wei hurriedly stood, bowing to the approaching figure clad in imperial yellow.
"No need for such formalities. I merely heard Divine Physician Mu was..." The Emperor’s gaze lingered on Mu Miao.
Elegant and poised, her misty eyes exuded an ethereal grace, leaving the Emperor momentarily entranced.
Su Zhe inwardly cursed.
This was his greatest fear.
Little Wei, being the same age as the princess and possessing a youthful charm, would never draw the Emperor’s attention, but Mu Miao was another matter entirely.
"Your Majesty, it seems the physician has recovered well," Su Zhe interjected, breaking the Emperor’s scrutiny.
Little Wei also noticed the Emperor’s gaze and sensed trouble.
Still, she remained composed. This wasn’t difficult to handle.
"By the way, Your Majesty, the ashes of the Slow-Birth Incense should be disposed of. My master is most knowledgeable about toxic fragrances. Keeping such residue harms both people and soil."
Little Wei’s words instantly dispelled the Emperor’s thoughts.
He had no desire for another Consort De in the harem. A beautiful woman was one thing, but one skilled in medicine? The palace could ill afford such a threat.
"Seeing Divine Physician Mu restored to health brings me joy. Su Zhe, grant her and Little Wei the estate I resided in before ascending the throne, along with a hundred taels of gold and a thousand taels of silver, as thanks for saving my life."
The reward...
Even Su Zhe was stunned.
The estate alone, more exquisite than Prince Qi’s Mansion, rivaled the rewards given to war-hardened generals.
"Your Majesty, this is far too generous!" Mu Miao protested, but Little Wei stopped her.
"We humbly accept Your Majesty’s kindness."
This gift was rightfully theirs. Refusing it would only invite suspicion.
"Then, in a few days, have Divine Physician Mu perform the surgery on Princess Consort of Qi. Her eye injury has nearly healed."
After a few more instructions, the Emperor departed.
Mu Miao gripped Little Wei’s hand, chiding, "Disciple, such lavish rewards are improper for us."
"Why? The Emperor offered them. We’re taking them."
Little Wei refused to suffer needlessly. Besides, Si had promised better rewards if her host lived comfortably.
This was only fair.
Meanwhile, the Emperor felt a pang of regret.
"I’d considered granting Little Wei a princess or noble title. These gifts feel inadequate."
"Your Majesty, they seem quite pleased. Though it’s odd that Prince Qi and Princess Consort Su haven’t thanked Divine Physician Mu for restoring her sight."
Rather ungrateful.
But Su Zhe dared not voice this—Prince Qi was, after all, the Emperor’s son.
"I’m well aware. Hence the extra silver. That son of mine... But Little Wei mentioned once Princess Consort Su’s eyes are restored, Consort De will be sent to Prince Qi’s Mansion. Let them deal with her."
Let villains torment villains.
The Emperor was tired of Consort De’s endless wailing.
As for the Prime Minister, he no longer concerned himself with Su Qingyun. His wife was two months pregnant, and after narrowly escaping disaster during his imprisonment, he focused on ensuring this child wouldn’t turn out like the last.
The Emperor sighed. "Send a reliable imperial physician to the Prime Minister’s residence regularly. Given the circumstances, I owe him this much."
"Understood. I’ll arrange it."
On the day Mu Miao operated on Su Qingyun, Little Wei sat beneath the corridor, staring blankly at the glowing panel.
The golden progress bar remained frozen.
It seemed she’d be stuck in this world a while longer.
At least the side quest was complete, with a Skill Roulette reward awaiting her return.
She couldn’t help but anticipate it.
"Ah—!"
A piercing scream from inside nearly made Little Wei smash her head against the stone table.
What the—?!
Scared me half to death!
Last time, Su Qingyun hadn’t shrieked like this during surgery.
"Of course it’s different when I operate versus your master," Si teased.
"She’s prettier, gentler, and more beautiful than you," Little Wei fired back, shutting Si up with a triple blow.
Si: ...
She was far more stunning than Mu Miao!
Wait—why was she jealous of a soul fragment? Weren’t they the same?
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