My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!



"Not going!" Qiao Mu deadpanned.

That boy servant looked somewhat familiar. She was displeased when she saw him.

Moreover, he was clearly doubting her.

Qiao Mu wasn't someone who abused herself. Since they didn't believe in her, why did they seek her?

It must be something troublesome!

She motioned to leave the corridor. She couldn't care less about getting involved in a sticky situation.

Ling'ge got angry. What was with this person's attitude?

Only after looking closely did he recognize her to be the oddball who had been collecting fish with a storage talisman these two days.

If it wasn't because the young sir's illness could no longer drag on, he definitely wouldn't have come to ask for her help!

Ling'ge pulled himself together and pleaded reluctantly, "Miss, my young sir. It is just that he is suffering from another fit of his chronic illness, that is why I had no other alternative but to seek…"

Qiao Mu directly pulled a long face and walked away.

Did this boy servant know how to talk?

Because he couldn't find a pill alchemist with better skills, that was why he had no other alternative but to seek her out?

What did he treat her as? A back-up pill alchemist? Even setting aside whether she was willing to treat his young sir, just this attitude was astonishing.

He truly put himself on a pedestal!

Qiao Mu snorted and walked toward the corridor's exit with Mo Lian in tow.

Just as the two of them planned to head back to the government boat, they heard the sound of something splashing in the water. Someone yelled, "Oh my goodness, it's awful. Miss Meng fell into the river!"

Chaos subsequently ensued. A man carried Miss Meng out of the water and lay her down at the entrance to the corridor. Afterwards, he backed away awkwardly.

The middle-aged procuress of Wanhong Parlor came running and wept bitterly, "This bastard debauchee actually forced our Miss Meng to jump into the river!"

Some people were condemning the culprit, while others were pointing fingers at the unconscious Miss Meng and saying that she was being pretentious.

The middle-aged woman from Wanhong Parlor cradled Miss Meng's head and kept calling out to the people around her, "Will someone rescue our Miss Meng?"

At this point, a young man around 27 or 28 years old came over and squatted down. He said, "I have a healing pill here. Feed her this."

The woman from Wanhong Parlor thanked him profusely and fed Miss Meng the pill. Miss Meng soon regained consciousness.

The crowd broke out into quiet discussion.

"The quality of Wang Yan's pills are excellent as expected."

"Mhm, even though his skills at refining pills are good, there clearly is a problem with his brains."

"If his brains were fine, how would he have refused the olive branch that the Weixi Branch handed him back then? This ended up provoking the president's wrath."

Qiao Mu's eyes had been on Wang Yan from the moment he took out the pill.

She was more and more pleased by what she saw. She couldn't help but ponder and beckoned to Wang Yan. "Tall guy."

Wang Yan turned back and saw that it was the savior who had sold him the digestion pills yesterday. He quickly walked over and cupped his fists. "Miss, do you have instructions for me?"

The little lady observed him. "Did you refine that healing pill?"

"Yes." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "I have to thank Miss for lending a helping hand yesterday."

"Those two people are your friends?"

Qiao Mu gestured to the side, and Wang Yan followed her gaze. He nodded and explained, "Mhm, mhm. Ge Dapeng and Xiao Chao are my good buddies."

"The president of the Pill House's Weixi Branch shamelessly banned you and your buddies?"

Wang Yan's expression turned gloomy upon mention of this. "I just did not want my buddies to be restricted by the Pill House's rules."