Lele glanced at him nonchalantly and said, "Aren’t there other uncles? Uncle Ye Wu’s martial arts are quite good; let him teach you. Besides, mother can also teach you. There are plenty of people who can teach martial arts."
"But Uncle Ye Wu’s martial arts are not as good as Uncle Ye Er’s."
Ye Wu, who had snuck in early in the morning to deliver so items to Mingcui, accidentally heard this remark and instantly felt displeased. How could his martial arts not compare to Ye Er’s? Ye Er’s martial arts skills were considered great a few years ago, weren’t they?
No, he was going to find Ye Er right now and challenge him to a contest!
"Mother can teach you."
"Mother, you only know external styles and not internal styles," Yangyang protested. "I want to learn both internal and external styles, and I want to delve deep into them."
"I heard that Uncle Ye Er used to be the formidable one, but now it seems Uncle Ye Wu is rather impressive. You won’t lose out learning from him," Yang Chuxia pondered and then suggested.
"Is that so?" Yangyang stroked his little chin, thought it over, and then nodded. "Alright then, I’ll learn from Uncle Ye Wu. I won’t compete with brother anymore. But brother, you have to rember, you owe a favor."
"..." Lele suddenly wanted to spray water in his face, what to do? This was father’s man, not his. If anyone owed, it should be to father.
Ye Zi’an was also rendered speechless. This bratty kid was indeed thick-skinned.
After having breakfast, Ye Zi’an took Yangyang, the little tagalong, with him to the yan, while Lele went back to her room with Ye Er.
Yang Chuxia didn’t ask what they were up to; she simply had soone fetch Fugui.
She, on the other hand, first visited the courtyard where Commandery Princess Dongyang was temporarily staying.
When she arrived, Dongyang had just finished breakfast, while Mu Shaoling was getting ready to leave.
"Not gone yet? Good, I have sothing to ask you."
"What do you want to ask?" Mu Shaoling raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever you’re hiding, that’s what I want to ask." Yang Chuxia lost her smile and looked seriously at Mu Shaoling. "When did he fall ill? Do you have the right dicine for his condition?"
"So you really found out," Mu Shaoling sighed, setting down the dical kit he was holding.
The Commandery Princess Dongyang was taken aback. "Who’s ill, and with what illness?"
"Ye Zi’an, with mummy rot disease."
"What?" Commandery Princess Dongyang exclaid in disbelief. Unlike her outburst, Mu Shaoling rely raised an eyebrow—Yang Chuxia hadn’t even reacted like this.
Commandery Princess Dongyang continued, as if oblivious to his side glance, "That’s terrifying. Is it contagious? Ye Zi’an got it; does that an we might get it next?"
"What are you rambling about! It’s not contagious. How could it randomly infect anyone?"
"Then what kind of illness is this?" Yang Chuxia pressed, "If it’s not contagious, why are more and more people falling ill? Where is the pathogen? Why are people getting this illness, and have you figured out the reason they’re getting sick?"
"It might not be a disease!" Mu Shaoling didn’t keep anything from her and told her all about his recent research. "It’s likely a kind of poison, a complex mixture of different poisons."
"What do you an?"
"I deduce it’s a combination of several deadly toxins mixed together, resulting in a new poison." And this poison was extrely complex.
"Since it’s a poison, then we should find an antidote. Whatever herbs you need, just tell , and I will find them," Yang Chuxia said, her heart slightly buoyed by this direction—it was always better than not knowing anything.
"The problem is, I’ve only identified two of the poisons. There are still two unknowns. Of the ones I know, one is corpse poison, the other is blood poison, but I have never encountered the other two before."
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