Chapter 1352: Chapter 984: Poison Doctor Unrivaled 45 (four thousand) (Part 2)
Half a year only allows him to barely stand up, but to completely detoxify, it’ll take about three years, during which her spiritual spring water will be crucial for his Wash Essence and Marrow. Unfortunately, her market has already closed; otherwise, it would just be a matter of a Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill. Now, she can only rely on the spiritual spring water to slowly deal with it, this spiritual spring water needs to be collected pot by pot. Later, she will have to sell it pot by pot.
She has already told him; without her instructions, he must not use any water other than this.
The water pot isn’t the Spiritual Spring, it can be used anytime, but you have to wait for it to overflow. Except for the first month when bathing allowed him to accumulate a little, after the first month, the bath water is not dared to be used because the long wait is really nerve-wracking.
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Holy Dynasty Crown Prince Mansion
A "clang" sounded as the teacup fell to the floor. The elegant white figure sitting in the hall angrily turned around and yelled at the black-clad person lying on the ground.
"What are you all paid for? You’ve been tracking for two months, so why did you lose him as soon as he reached Beijing? Are you all good for nothing?"
"Reporting to His Highness... Your Highness, we are already searching with all our might."
The black-clad man shivered, even forgetting to wipe away the sweat trickling from his brow.
"Searching? Do you think you can still find him? Can’t you see? You could keep up before because they wanted you to send a message to me. Now, they don’t want you to follow, and anytime they want, you can’t find them. You bunch of idiots, none of you can match Lao Wu’s wits. Get out, all of you get out!"
After speaking, he kicked the black-clad man on the ground, who staggered while running away, staying in this place a minute longer felt like torture.
A lazy voice interrupted the Crown Prince’s fury: "Why must you act like this? With their capabilities, this matter was somewhat forced from the beginning. Lao Wu has been fighting against us for years; have you caught any evidence against him since his legs were crippled? Since things are like this, why not find ways to make up for it!"
The Crown Prince looked unhappily at the owner of the voice, a demonically handsome man in a red robe, currently Prince Mo, a notorious rogue in Beijing, Beiming Mo.
"What do you know? Clearly saw the horse carriage at the city gates and then suddenly returned; aren’t you curious?"
"Do you mean... someone met him? But we brothers are all controlled by you; who could have such capability?"
"Hmph, this problem is simple, need you to ask? Who nowadays isn’t in their residence?"
Crown Prince Beiming Juan’s expression was overly sinister, Beiming Mo slightly lowered his head: "Could it be... Sixth Brother?"
"Now I see clearly, that youngster is likely pretending just like me; what innocence and ignorance? What arrogance? How is it any different from my honesty and integrity? Damn it, should have prevented this earlier; wouldn’t Lao Wu have fallen into our hands long ago? There would be no need to be complaining now!"
The Crown Prince’s expression was furious, fists unconsciously clenched tight.
"Why must you hurry? Even if Lao Wu and Lao Liu join hands, what storm can they stir? All of Beijing is under your control now, or... are you too apprehensive of him?"
Beiming Juan seemed to hear a laugh of the century: "Merely a cripple, would I fear him? Are you joking with me?"
Beiming Mo sarcastically replied: "Cripple? He is a cripple because he doesn’t want treatment; if he wants treatment and dares to endure the sacrifice, isn’t standing up just a matter of time?"
"Beiming Mo, whose side are you on exactly? Detoxification is possible, but legs wanting recovery, do you think they can immediately stand? He hasn’t stood for so many years; even if restored, it’ll take a few years, right? Even to three years, that suffices for me to plan everything, he can’t stop it at all."
This point, Beiming Mo couldn’t deny, though inside, he felt somewhat uneasy, always sensing that the returned Beiming Yi was clearly plotting something.
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During detoxification, Beiming Yi wasn’t restricted in freedom. As long as it wasn’t the time pre-scheduled by Murong Xue, he could move freely.
Shui Yixuan seemed quite busy too, only occasionally would he have a meal with Murong Xue, not even Beiming Yi had seen him.
But Shui Yixuan showed great respect to him, considering his special status, even specially arranging a secret passage, which made Beiming Yi appreciate it, and, of course, keep his kindness in mind.
During this period, whether it was communicating with Murong Han or Xiran Island, Shui Yixuan was the one who relayed messages for her. In ancient times, even communication took ten days to half a month, sometimes even a month to reach, even with the Shui Clan communication channel, the fastest took ten days, though when she had no urgent matters, she’d never opt for express, understanding the hardship of ancient deliveries.
