She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

But didn’t all the doctors in the Capital and Mr. Cui from the palace say they weren’t poisoned?

Wasn’t that bitch Han Lei just playing tricks on them? Didn’t they all not bleed? Why are Da Jiu and the two attendants he sent appearing here? And why mention the antidote?

What about the promised bleeding?

Only then did Wei Chengchao realize that the cloth stuffed in his nostrils was gone, and it seemed he really wasn’t having nosebleeds anymore. In other words, this poison wasn’t about bleeding from below but from the nose.

Wei Chengchao felt a chilling despair, plunging him into an abyss. His eyes moved mechanically, finally landing on the two attendants.

The two attendants saw their master gazing at them questioningly. Attendant B, who wasn’t good at communication, simply held his forehead and lowered his head, while Attendant A walked two steps forward, kneeled in front of Wei Chengchao’s bed with a tearful expression.

"Young Master, Young Master! We really were poisoned. We started having nosebleeds before we even reached Taoyuan County, and couldn’t stop it! Later... fortunately, we met the madam, took her antidote, and saved our lives."

The more Attendant A spoke, the lower his voice became, and eventually, he almost lowered his head to his knees. What a painful memory!

Did they also have nosebleeds?

The three of them had the same symptoms, what more was there to say? They must have been poisoned, no doubt!

Wei Chengchao’s gaze returned to the ceiling. Staring at the dark ceiling, he took a deep breath, tears forming in his eyes.

After going around in circles, he ultimately couldn’t avoid this calamity, couldn’t avoid it!

Wei Chengchao beat the bed’s edge weakly with a tightly clenched fist, as if he were pounding that bitch Han Lei.

Seeing that Wei Chengchao finally believed, Da Jiu smiled smugly and continued to add fuel to the fire.

"How about it? My lady’s medicine has a unique flavor and a lasting effect. Not bad, right? Hehe."

Da Jiu’s words were like a deadly stab, and tears rolled down from Wei Chengchao’s eyes.

"Leave the antidote." Wei Chengchao looked at the ceiling and said weakly, "Tell... tell your lady, no, tell the madam, I... I know what to do."

That bitch Han Lei was a sinister, vicious devil. He was already in despair and decided to give up resisting in vain.

"Ah! That’s better! You can not trust anyone, but you must trust your madam. As long as you behave, the madam will keep her promise and spare your life."

Da Jiu suppressed a laugh, gently patted his shoulder, indicating he shouldn’t get too excited and should rest well. Then, Da Jiu threw a small porcelain bottle onto Wei Chengchao’s quilt and stood up.

"I’ll leave first, when the lady’s storefront is set up, I’ll contact you again. Don’t forget to take the antidote daily on time. This time, thanks to your two servants reaching Taoyuan County. Next time, you might not be so lucky."

With that, Da Jiu gave a wicked smile and turned to stride out of Wei Chengchao’s room.

When he reached the front hall of the Prime Minister’s residence, Mr. Wei and his wife were pacing anxiously. Seeing Da Jiu emerge, both hurried up to him.

"Divine Doctor, how is my son?"

The Prime Minister’s wife, with a bucket-sized waist, hurried forward and asked anxiously. Mr. Wei also looked expectantly at Da Jiu.

"Rest assured! Your son is temporarily out of danger. As long as he takes his medicine on time, he will gradually recover in no time. I will be lingering around the Capital on my travels and can come to check on your son’s condition anytime."

Mr. Wei and his wife were overjoyed, full of gratitude towards Da Jiu. They planned to host a banquet for Da Jiu, but he politely refused.

The couple had no choice but to have the butler bring a lot of gold and silver for Da Jiu, and then thanked him profusely before seeing him out of the Prime Minister’s residence...

At the same time, in Fufeng County, Da Jing Canzhou.

"Move over a bit, a bit more. Encircle that whole area."

Zhao Zun’s voice was steady and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority.

Just as the Turkic spies had gathered information, Zhao Zun was working overtime, tirelessly seeking pleasure.

As dusk fell, the moon was bright, and few stars shone.

In a certain mountain forest in Fufeng County, torches lit the scene like dragons, revealing a bustling scene.

Canzhou King Zhao Zun, dressed in a silk robe with a longsword hanging at his waist, stood atop a dirt slope. His gaze was like a torch, commanding the trusted aides and craftsmen as they busily marked the land.

The trusted aides held long poles, with flax ropes tied around the ends, and red silk tied to the ropes. According to Zhao Zun’s instructions, they were measuring the land in circles.

The craftsmen were busy recording data on the side, occasionally looking up at their highest ruler in Canzhou—Zhao Zun, their eyes full of awe.

This land, once a desolate woodland, overgrown with weeds, populated by wild beasts. However, in Zhao Zun’s eyes, it was a land full of hope.

Because his future Princess Consort, Han Lei, wanted to open a cement factory here.

A few days ago, Han Lei sent a letter brought by Da Jiu, mentioning her intention to establish a cement factory. Upon reading it, Zhao Zun was overjoyed and decided immediately to support Han Lei’s grand endeavor.

In Qingshui County, Zhao Zun had witnessed dormitory buildings and road ditches built with cement, far stronger than the clay and round wood of their era.

The cement in Qingshui County was bought directly by Han Lei from the system. Han Lei’s rewards in silver from the system were limited, so to use cement extensively, they had to learn to manufacture it themselves.

He understood the girl’s nature, knew she loved to play around. With her knowledge and zest, making her stay in the Prince Mansion and be a leisure Princess Consort like women of this time was impossible.

That girl was like a bird flying freely in the sky. He couldn’t bear to, nor did he want to, clip its wings for his selfish desires.

In summary, his woman, Zhao Zun’s woman, was to be cherished and indulged. Whatever she wanted to do, she could do.

No matter what the girl wanted to play with, he would play along. Though he didn’t know what the cement factory would look like after its construction, helping her acquire more land was never the wrong move.

Thus, Zhao Zun personally led the trusted aides and craftsmen to this desolate woodland. He wanted to personally select a suitable piece of land for the Princess Consort as the site for the cement factory.

"Prince, the combined area of the land under construction there and this one is about a thousand acres, what do you think?" The head bricklayer Yang Qi Quan stepped forward and asked respectfully.

Zhao Zun nodded, his eyes full of satisfaction: "Very good, it should be enough. To the outside, say that these are all enclosed for my hunting ground, understand?"

The craftsmen, hearing this, all felt a chill down their spines.