I insist

Chapter 75: A New Mission

But he didn't make any move, and his expression didn't change at all as he watched Yu Huailin announce the medicinal herbs in the last dish before raising his hand to applaud.

"He truly deserves to be called a miracle doctor; he has taught others so much pharmacological knowledge in such a short time."

"This is also due to his learning to identify medicinal herbs since childhood, which enabled him to achieve such results. It has little to do with me."

Hearing Song Miqiu's explanation, everyone could only nod and wave their hands to have the servants replace the food before they started eating again.

When the last person put down their chopsticks, the crown prince excused himself by saying he was feeling weak and went back to his room to rest.

The few who were left behind exchanged a knowing glance before turning and leaving.

Seeing this, Song Miqiu naturally wouldn't linger any longer and took his newly accepted disciple back to his room to teach him properly.

But as soon as she entered the room, she felt something bitter being thrown into her mouth.

He instinctively wanted to vomit, but a hand with the same smell covered his mouth.

"Swallow it, and I'll explain later."

"Is there poison in the food?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Huailin simply withdrew his hand and sat down against the wall beside him.

Knowing she was right, Song Miqiu had no intention of staying. She turned around and started packing her belongings, preparing to leave that very night.

"You can't get out."

"Although my martial arts skills are inferior to yours, escaping will still be a piece of cake."

After all, there's still a cheat device.

Thinking of the expensive escape tools involved, Song Miqiu mentally beat up his own past self for agreeing to cooperate the day before.

“Even if I hadn’t agreed to it back then, you still had ways to get this done.”

This is not a question, but a statement of certainty.

Yu Huailin neither denied it nor explained the reason; he simply looked at the other person with calm eyes.

"You now only have one path to follow: go it alone or cooperate with me."

Does she still have a choice?

If I don't stay with him, I might not even know when I'll be poisoned to death.

Song Miqiu turned her head to glance at Yu Huailin, who was already standing behind her, before turning her gaze away and frantically searching the system interface for that incurable poison, hoping to poison the person in front of her to death.

The item was easy to find, but the fact that it cost even more points than the disguise cream made him give up the idea.

He may escape the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment.

Song Miqiu withdrew his attention from the system and was about to punch someone.

Unfortunately, when she turned around, she found that the person who had been behind her had already taken two steps back and run to the door.

Seeing Yu Huailin's slightly trembling ears, he guessed that there was some noise outside.

Song Miqiu imitated his movements and moved closer to the door, but before she could hear the sounds outside, she was dragged to the side of the table and under the table.

"Take my pulse."

"Someone's here?"

Seeing that she was not cooperating, Yu Huailin could only nod in response.

The next moment, he felt a slightly cold hand on his hot wrist, and he moved his fingers uncomfortably.

The pressure wasn't strong; it even caused a slight itch, which made Yu Huailin frown slightly.

"You yourself... why is His Highness unwell, causing the City Lord to come to me in person?"

"His Highness is unharmed; he only asked me to summon you."

Why didn't you say so earlier?

Song Miqiu felt that something was wrong. She glanced at Yu Huailin beside her out of the corner of her eye and saw that the other man had the same puzzled expression. She couldn't help but frown.

"Since it is His Highness who has summoned us, then we shall go."

Upon hearing this, the people standing outside the door visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

This situation struck Song Miqiu as odd, but because of the subtle oppressive feeling emanating from the group, she didn't observe them closely and simply walked out.

After entering the Crown Prince's bedroom three times, she could sense a significant change in the attitudes of those around her.

"His Highness grants you permission to enter and meet with me privately," a shrill voice came from inside the door.

alone?

It seems that the previous tests have convinced the other party, but why do they insist on meeting alone at this time?

Song Miqiu had only two guesses in his mind: either they wanted to bring her under their wing, or they wanted her to do something that only she, with this identity, could do.

No matter how she thought about it, she felt that the second possibility was more likely, so she went into the room without hesitation.

Seeing the previously exhausted Crown Prince sitting at the table reviewing documents, Song Miqiu became even more certain of her guess.

But because of her experience in those TV dramas, she didn't want to appear too clever and cause trouble, so she pretended not to know and took out the red thread for pulse diagnosis again.

He carefully placed it on the table and then stepped back to the side again.

"Please tie the red string around your wrist, Your Highness."

How does it taste?

Upon hearing this question, Song Miqiu looked up and met those eyes that seemed to see right through people.

But she was not afraid. She maintained her original posture and shook her head with a slightly helpless expression.

"It's not bad in itself, but unfortunately, too many things have been mixed in, which makes it less appealing."

"There's no other way. After all, if they can't even find those things, how can they be competent for what comes next?"

Upon hearing this, Song Miqiu knew that he was about to explain why he had called her over. She nodded, picked up the red thread from the table, and put it into her bosom.

When I looked up again, I saw that those piercing eyes had already turned their gaze back to the document in their hands.

“There is an epidemic in Lincheng. I hope that the miracle doctor can make great use of his skills there.”

"Your Highness overestimates me. I merely happened to know of a prescription that could cure you. As for the plague, it's really..."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt the temperature in the room drop sharply, and her breathing, which she had been barely managing to maintain, became even thinner.

"Is there really no other way? Or do you think that all the hard work and effort is unrewarding?"

"It's not that there aren't any, it's just that there are too many people in Lincheng, and I really can't handle it all by myself."

Song Miqiu made no mention of the reward she had just received, as if she hadn't taken down the notice a couple of days ago for the reward.

The crown prince naturally wouldn't miss this change, and even looked up again to scrutinize the old woman in front of him.

Unfortunately, the other party was already prepared, staring straight into those eyes.

His composed demeanor made the Crown Prince somewhat doubt that he was overthinking things, but the next moment he looked away and looked at the document again.

"Since there is a shortage of manpower, you can choose the people to go yourself. Do you still have any concerns?"

"No, of course not." Song Miqiu smiled, squeezing his wrinkled face together as he continued, "If the people of Lincheng knew how much you care about them, they would surely..."

The Crown Prince raised his hand to interrupt Song Miqiu's unfinished compliment.

"It was indeed too much to push ourselves. Let's stop here for today."

The prince made a gesture in one of the directions, and the door was opened from the outside.

Song Miqiu knew what this meant, bowed slightly, and quickly walked out of the dormitory, returning to the guest room that Yu Huailin had emptied.

However, to her surprise, as soon as she stepped across the threshold, she heard a familiar voice.