Time Travel: The Best Doctor in Ancient Times

Chapter 402: 270 Chapter 402: 270 The scene was too explosive, he didn’t dare to imagine!

“You may leave,” Zhou Mu, with a face devoid of emotion akin to the Divine Residence, waved his hand dismissively.

The guard fled as if he had received a royal pardon.

Touching the cold sweat on his forehead and still in disbelief that he survived, the guard thought to himself how fortunate it was that Lady Changsheng visited the brothel and not the little servant house!

“Master, Princess Nian has entered the Gu Residence. Even though you haven’t been able to visit recently, Yue Xilou would surely not have won Lady Changsheng’s favor!” Yuan Bao sidled up to his master with an ingratiating look, an undercurrent of schadenfreude twinkling in his eyes.

Yue Xilou is his master’s romantic rival, after all! Nothing pleased him more than to see his rival in trouble!

“I have never worried that he might win the favor of my beloved,” Zhou Mu countered with a cold glance and a sharp tone.

Stunned by the response, Yuan Bao mumbled in his heart, accusing his master of lying.

Not worried? Then why did you specially send a letter to your determined-to-marry-a-handsome-man little junior sister? Isn’t your purpose blatantly obvious? Saying you’re not worried–who would believe that?

Zhou Mu simply shot Yuan Bao a look and knew what he was thinking, dismissing him with a snort, “I simply detest him constantly hovering in my beloved’s presence!”

His woman was no different from Junior Sister Nian, both infatuated with handsome men!

How could he not take precautions against future troubles?

Realizing this, Yuan Bao nodded vigorously, agreeing, “You’re right, sir! With Princess Nian around, we can indeed prevent future troubles forever!”

Yuan Bao was filled with regret; such a grand spectacle of a woman chasing a man and he had missed the opportunity to witness it firsthand. What a pity!

“Pay close attention to Liuzhou region’s border defenses. Once anyone from the Capital City arrives, detain them until people from the other Three Kingdoms have also arrived–then you may let them pass,” Zhou Mu instructed as he gazed out at the night sky with furrowed brows.

“Understood!” Yuan Bao replied before bowing out of the room.

Zhou Mu stood alone by the window, a trace of yearning in his deep eyes.

It had been three or four days since he last saw his Changsheng. A day apart felt like years; how many autumns had passed since? Yet, this was only the beginning…

As he thought of her smile, the corners of Zhou Mu’s lips lifted gently. If she could remain joyous, that was enough for him…

“Master…”

Yuan Bao, who had just left, suddenly reappeared, his face an awkward grimace as he interrupted Zhou Mu’s reverie.

“Speak!” Zhou Mu’s voice carried a hint of impatience.

“Master, Miss Huo has arrived!” Yuan Bao said, hoping to catch his master’s interest.

These past few days, his master had not visited the Gu Residence, affording Miss Huo the chance to earnestly curry favor. And how diligently she had done so!

“Let her in,” came the reply.

“What?” Yuan Bao was taken aback by the unexpected response, his face a picture of disbelief.

When had his master become so agreeable? Usually, it was he who had to plead and cajole before his master would begrudgingly play along!

Zhou Mu turned and sat at his desk, lowering his head to pick up the Geomancy Map, giving no further response.

Ecstatic, Yuan Bao hurried to invite Huo Shuixian in.

Shortly after, Huo Shuixian entered, wearing a flowing water-blue skirt and light, elegant makeup. Her jet-black hair was loosely tied in a fallen horse hairbun, casual yet intentional, exuding a unique charm.

She knew how to leverage her strengths and had a keen sense of fashion, aware of just what stirred a man’s heart.

Seeing Huo Shuixian like this, Yuan Bao nodded genuinely. Perfect!

If judged solely by appearance and manners, Miss Huo truly seemed flawless, without a single blemish!

“Shuixian greets Brother Mu.” Huo Shuixian looked tenderly at the man seated above, her slender waist bending slightly as she performed a courteous bow.

“It is late. Why have you not yet retired?” Zhou Mu asked, his eyes still on the Geomancy Map, barely lifting his head.

Huo Shuixian took delicate steps towards the desk and softly said, “I heard from the servants that Brother Mu was still attending to official business at this hour. I was so concerned that I made you some longan lotus seed porridge by hand.”

“Brother Mu, my mother says that longan lotus seed porridge is excellent for calming the mind and nourishing the brain. Despite your busy schedule, you mustn’t neglect your health!”

Yuan Bao, listening to Huo Shuixian’s words, couldn’t help but touch his arm.

Was it his personal bias, or because he had spent so much time with Lady Changsheng, that the typical deportment of a well-bred lady like this made his skin crawl a little?

Those delicate, unblemished hands of Miss Huo cooking porridge?

Whoever believes her, believes her, but he, Yuan Bao, certainly did not!

“Such tasks are naturally done by servants; why should you trouble yourself?” Zhou Mu finally shifted his gaze from the Geomancy Map, coincidentally landing on Huo Shuixian’s hands.

Suppressing a laugh, Yuan Bao bowed his head at the words.

His master was indeed wicked; with that single remark, the self-proclaimed hands-on Miss Huo was demoted to servant’s work…

“To prepare a meal for Brother Mu is Shuixian’s lifelong wish,” Huo Shuixian, mistaking Zhou Mu’s words as concern, bloomed with joy, blushing as she modestly lowered her head.

“The residence is full of cooks; you needn’t do such things yourself in the future!” Zhou Mu coldly withdrew his gaze and spoke without looking up.

Yuan Bao found it hard to contain his laughter. A cook, that’s a servant! Miss Huo was now competing with the servants for chores!

Unaware of their master-servant duo’s thoughts, Huo Shuixian’s heart fluttered as she stared at Zhou Mu’s chiseled profile.

The old Brother Mu was back–the one who cared for her, cherished her, and spoke to her with tender words!

“Place the porridge down, and you better head back and rest early,” Zhou Mu said.

Snapped out of her reverie by his voice, Huo Shuixian remembered her task and hastened to coquettishly say, “The porridge will lose its taste if it cools. Brother Mu, would you please set aside your work and have some first?”

Upon hearing her words, Zhou Mu suddenly looked up, the sharp glint in his gaze vanishing in an instant.