Divine Doctor: Spoil the Seventh Miss

The old lady saw that Mu Bing Yue wasn't as angry as she thought and instead lowered her head humbly. She heaved a sigh of relief and continued, "How about this … "If you are willing to take the initiative to tell your grandfather to withdraw from the election, for the sake of the Mu family, I will give you a generous dowry after I recover from my illness. I will transfer the manor that you grew up in to your name, and then choose two thoughtful old ladies to help you find a good family to live with you."

Mu Bing Yue remained silent with a terrified expression, as though she didn't dare to speak.

He was indeed petty.

The madame continued earnestly, "Xiao Qi, with your status …" In the capital, there is no way for you to settle down. As long as you have a good family background, the young master would not marry you, let alone a prince. "Only by returning to the countryside can you live a peaceful life. This is the best result for you and for the Mu family. What do you think?"

Not only did this require Mu Bingyue to voluntarily withdraw from the selection and return to her hometown, it also required her to recover from her illness. This way, he would be able to obtain the bit of a dowry and the two capable servants that she spoke of!

How ironic!

This Mu Bingyue was truly a big trouble in the Mu family, a pestilential existence.

She bit her lips and thought for a while. The more the old lady spoke, the more grateful she became, and in the end, she raised her head and looked at the old lady emotionally, saying emotionally, "The old lady is right, I, Bing Yue, thank the old lady for her love. I have nothing to repay you for, but I can only do my best to take care of your body and help you recover quickly. I will follow your instructions for everything else. "

The old lady's expression did not reveal a single flaw on Mu Bing Yue's face. Her terrified appearance was really timid and excited, and thinking that she still needed to rely on Mu Bing Yue for her sickness and how simple and easy to bribe her, she smiled hypocritically, "Do you still want to call me old lady?"

Mu Bingyue shyly looked at the old lady and shyly called out, "Grandmother."

Her voice was crisp and clear, and she sounded like she was a young girl. The madame was moved and nodded, "Good child!"

Mu Bing Yue pursed her lips and smiled shyly, covering the mockery in her eyes.

Do you really agree?

Of course not!

However, the current her had no one to rely on in the Mu family. She didn't even have a servant to serve. Other than agreeing, she had no other choice. But... She was determined to win the marriage selection three days later!

What she wanted to do could only be accomplished with the title of 'Royal Consort'.

But... She needed an opportunity!

After having breakfast with the Countess, Mu Bing Yue made an excuse to go out to buy the herbs that weren't available in the Mu family's storehouse. Liu Ma followed her and the two of them rode a horse to the largest Yulin Street in the east.

Just as the carriage left the alley of the Mu Estate, it bumped into a bumpy road before it suddenly stopped. Because it stopped so quickly, Mrs Liu crashed into a pillar on the wall and fainted.

Mu Bing Yue felt the fragrance coming from the air and her expression turned cold. She hurriedly took out two red bean sized medicinal pellets from her sleeve and stuffed them into her nose. After a moment of dizziness, she finally woke up from the refreshing smell.

First the carriage collided, then the knockout powder blew over. Could it be … It's Miss Nine again?

It really was endless. Mu Bingyue simply closed her eyes and pretended to be unconscious to see what she really wanted to do.

After a while, they felt the carriage sink as two figures dragged the unconscious Mrs Liu and the coachman away. Mu Bing Yue closed her eyes and secretly circulated all the Spiritual Energy she had hidden in her sleeves. She would only wait for someone to attack before using her full strength.

After the time it took to brew a cup of tea, the carriage once again sank down. A familiar fragrance of peppermint wafted into the air, accompanied by a faint smell of blood.

Was it him?