Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 116: Chapter 64 Rivals Draw Swords Against Each Other

Gu Changsheng lived contentedly at the foot of Baili Mountain, fostering warm relationships with neighbors in a harmonious life.

There was a saying, “The greatest hermits hide in the city; the lesser hermits hide in the wild.” But could she consider herself at least a lesser hermit now?

However, could The Heavens afford to let Gu Changsheng live so leisurely?

After just one day of carefree living, Gu Changsheng lost it! Cursing the darn Heavens thoroughly in her mind, she yelled at a backlit corner, “Get the hell out of here now!”

The busy crowd paused, looking up. What madness had seized the lady this time?

“Not coming out, huh? Must I personally invite you out?” Gu Changsheng’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of danger flashing through them.

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The people exchanged glances, a silent communication—had the lady lost her mind, yelling at thin air?

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and in the eerie atmosphere, a shadow flashed out from the corner.

“Ghost!” Dong Lei shouted, dropping his winnowing basket and scuttling behind Gu Changsheng, startling everyone—not by the arrival of the newcomer, but by Dong Lei’s earth-shattering cry.

“Ghosts in broad daylight, look at your courage!” Gu Changsheng scoffed, digging in her ear and giving Dong Lei a contemptuous look, then turned back angrily to glare at the Person in Black playing tricks, “Who the hell are you?”

This person’s presence had been hovering around her, setting off alarms for Gu Changsheng. It was too dangerous, too strange. She had thought to stay still, but having been watched by this sinister presence all day, the person hadn’t moved at all!

Damn, what kind of situation was this? Friend or foe, couldn’t you just speak plainly instead of uneasily hanging me out to dry?

“I am Mu Wanxuan, a Hidden Guard of Prince Mu, ordered to protect you, my lady,” came the cold voice, laden with barely concealed hostility.

“Eh? A woman?” Gu Changsheng was taken aback and took another look at the person. Beneath the tight black clothes, the shapely figure was undeniable—it really was a woman!

Mu Wanxuan looked at Gu Changsheng coldly, not bothering to respond.

Gu Changsheng, not one to be easily fooled, thought if good people don’t come, then those who come can’t be good. Mu Wanxuan exuded a strong “keep away” vibe, and it was particularly targeted at her!

“Ordered to protect me?” Gu Changsheng pointed at herself, disbelief written all over her face, “Whose orders?”

“Commandery Prince’s orders.” Another icy glare was thrown her way.

“I’ll be damned! Zhou Mu sent you to hassle me, right? I’ve gone tens of thousands of miles, yet he doesn’t forget to screw me over!” Gu Changsheng fumed, almost ready to curse at heaven and earth.

Mu Wanxuan’s brows furrowed deeper, veins on her hand pulsing.

“You’d better not think about laying a hand on me, I could take you down in seconds!” Not in the best of moods, Gu Changsheng was also not in the mood to be polite, noticing the hand Mu Wanxuan had on her sword hilt, she scoffed derisively.

“Disrespect towards the Commandery Prince is a crime deserving death!” Mu Wanxuan was clearly unmoved, her delicate face stern, with a flash of cold light in her eyes, and in a blink, the longsword was drawn, pointing straight at Gu Changsheng.

“Sure enough, Zhou Mu sent you to trouble me, right?” Gu Changsheng glanced at the gleaming sword tip, cursed inwardly—was this some sort of settling of accounts after the fall? But autumn had just begun, wasn’t it a bit early?

Mu Wanxuan hesitated at her words, her gaze wavering, and she slowly lowered her sword, slipping it back into its sheath, with a malicious look at Gu Changsheng, “Gu Changsheng, don’t be smug. The royal command cannot be defied. Today, I’ll let you go, but once the Commandery Prince loses interest in you, I will claim your life.”

“With just you? How overconfident!” Gu Changsheng stroked her chin, walking around Mu Wanxuan, sizing her up from head to toe, a hint of mockery in the corner of her eye, “You’re not bad-looking, passably attractive even in your plainness. I see where this irrepressible animosity towards me is coming from.”

“You’re pining for Zhou Mu, aren’t you?”

“You!” Mu Wanxuan, her sore spot poked, reached again for her sword hilt.

“Me? What about me?” Gu Changsheng disdainfully glanced at her sword-holding hand, “Struck a nerve, have I? Angry and foolishly thinking of silencing me by murder? Mu Wanxuan, you’re no match for me; your sword isn’t faster than my hand, and you know that very well, so whom are you trying to scare with that act?”

“If you like him, go chase him, while I still haven’t decided to claim Zhou Mu for myself. Here, there’s no place for your tantrums. Go wash up and get to bed!”