Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 242: Chapter 143: Incredible Events Chapter 242: Chapter 143: Incredible Events “Lady Changsheng, look, I still have to act as the contractor here, don’t I? Without me, this place would surely turn into a complete mess…” Realizing the slim hope of chasing after birds, Eunuch Yuan Bao had to greatly demonstrate his own importance in hopes of receiving lenient treatment.

“The Earth would keep spinning without anyone, don’t consider yourself too important!” Gu Changsheng didn’t care at all, “Go ahead, once but not twice. If Zhou Mu leaves Southern Fujian again, he might not be as lucky as last time…”

As soon as Zhou Mu was mentioned, Yuan Bao indeed became more eager than anyone, he swiftly ran straight to the stables like the wind.

Having already deserted the Southern Fujian Camp once, if it happened again…

His little heart, oh, couldn’t stand any fright!

Watching Yuan Bao riding his horse like a flash of lightning and disappearing into the mountain stronghold, Yue Xilou squinted his eyes, “Girl, you are quite confident. Are you so sure that Zhou Mu would keep leaving Southern Fujian for you?”

He certainly hadn’t forgotten; he and Zhou Mu had both fallen for the same woman! Indeed, they were rivals in love!

New grudges added to old, he and Zhou Mu truly were not in the same league!

“What do you think?” Gu Changsheng cast him a glance, clearly declining to comment.

Seeing this, Yue Xilou felt the opportunity shouldn’t be lost. Dealing with Zhou Mu, who wasn’t in the same league, meant he had to make use of the advantage of being closer to the source to stab others in the back, definitely not to seek abuse in front of others.

“Girl, if you ask me, someone like Zhou Mu, an imperial kin with great power, whose future is limitless, is destined to be surrounded by numerous wives and concubines, beautiful maidens at his side,” Yue Xilou said, flipping his folding fan, cruelly undercutting her, “It’s not that I, the Tower Master, look down upon you, with your status, let alone being the legitimate Princess Consort, even becoming a Good Concubine might be out of reach for you.”

As he spoke, Gu Changsheng’s handsome brows furrowed slightly.

“Once you enter a wealthy family, it’s deep like the sea, all the more so the palace gate. Do you really plan to spend your days vying with women for favor and playing mind games? The struggles of the wealthy backyards, the deception in the harem, girl, is that really the life you want? With your personality, preferring to break rather than bend, could you bear it?”

With each sentence Yue Xilou uttered, Gu Changsheng’s expression darkened a bit more.

“So, girl, as the Little Monk Bu Jie once said so well, ‘the sea of suffering is boundless; turning back is the shore’…”

Gu Changsheng blinked when Yue Xilou said this line.

“Turning back is the shore?” she muttered absentmindedly, a trace of bitterness in her heart.

Once the heart is involved, how easy is it to turn back?

If turning back really showed Willow Bank, would the sea of suffering still be called boundless?

Seeing her reaction, Yue Xilou immediately sensed a play, hastily stoking the fire, “Yes, girl, just think about it, in the future, him with his wife on the left, concubines on the right, holding them close, while all that awaits you are days filled with thin human affections, bitter love, and the life of an aggrieved woman in the inner chambers, intensely tough…”

As he spoke, Yue Xilou’s face wore a look of pity, as if he were experiencing it himself.

His mournful tone finally snapped the distracted Gu Changsheng back to reality, and she caught Yue Xilou deep in character, his face full of world-weary lamentation, her mouth twitching involuntarily, “Flower Peacock!”

“You stab people in the back like this, greatly failing your reputation of being carefree, Yue Xilou!” Gu Changsheng sneered at him, “And you talk about how Zhou Mu is this and that, why don’t you think about yourself? Can my vast mountain stronghold even accommodate all your loves? Really, like an old crow perched on a pig’s bottom, only seeing others as black!”

Such a harsh metaphor from Gu Changsheng left Yue Xilou speechless, tongue-tied!

Gu Changsheng didn’t bother with him anymore, turning around, and going about her business.

She had so many people to provide for, it was very busy, you know!

As the flowers bloom on both sides, each showing its branch, when the message arrived at the Southern Fujian Camp carried by a homing pigeon, a group of generals truly experienced what was meant by a chilling wind!

Upon reading the content of the letter, Zhou Mu suddenly felt a surge of cold air!

Seeing the turn of events, his trusted subordinates exchanged glances, their look saying without words, “The wind is tight, shall we pull?”

Watching their Great General King’s eyes begin to emit fire, the group, like-minded, greased the soles of their shoes and began to retreat towards the edges of the camp.

But at this moment, the enraged Zhou Mu, clearly without any awareness of jeopardizing others, his body’s cold air mixed with violent inner strength, sweeping outward from within.

Waves of powerful inner strength surged out.

In an instant, the roof of the Marshal’s tent was blown off, and the curtains were shattered by the powerful inner strength into strips, carrying the excess force flying in all directions.