Before Lan Qingqing was expelled, after she was kicked out, a new round of assessment and competition began within the Poisonous Doctor Saint Hall. In the second round, numerous contestants were required to rush to the back mountain to treat individuals who genuinely needed medical attention.
Naturally, among those needing treatment in the back mountain forest, some were genuinely ill and required healing, while others were deliberately feigning their conditions.
These contestants had to abide by the rules of the second round: saving one person correctly would earn them one point, while saving the wrong person would result in a deduction of one point.
The final scores of all contestants would be tallied, and the top three winners would be determined based on their scores.
Upon learning the assessment topic for the second round, everyone rushed to the back mountain.
On the way, Nangong Xuan Ning, holding onto Gu Qian Ying's sleeve, followed her closely and refused to let go.
"I don't care, wherever you go to find someone to treat, I will follow. Whoever you want to treat, I will treat them first. That way, you won't be able to beat me."
Perhaps it was their peculiar two-day interaction, or perhaps Gu Qian Ying had won her over with just a roasted sweet potato.
Regardless, she no longer disliked Gu Qian Ying as much.
On the other hand, Gu Qian Ying found Nangong Xuan Ning's lack of backbone somewhat annoying.
"Your Highness, behaving like this towards me, aren't you afraid others will say you've won unfairly?"
"I am the most noble princess. How dare others speak of me like that? Do they wish to die?"
"But here, everyone is equal."
"So what? I don't care. I do as I please. Therefore, you must take good care of me along the way."
Nangong Xuan Ning tightened her grip on Gu Qian Ying's sleeve.
Gu Qian Ying unceremoniously shook her off, rolled her eyes, and simply said, "Dream on," before striding forward.
Nangong Xuan Ning was enraged. She stomped her foot and then chased after her again: "Gu Qian Ying, how dare you shake me off! Slow down, stop! I'm going to beat your head in."
Along the way, Gu Qian Ying pushed Nangong Xuan Ning away several times, and Nangong Xuan Ning pounced on her again each time.
The two of them "fought and played" along the way, creating quite a lively scene.
Zi Jin and Zi Yin followed behind them, their faces filled with the amused smiles of onlookers.
Meanwhile, at the same time.
In the main hall of the Ninth Prince's manor.
Nangong Mo, dressed in a white robe, sat in his wheelchair with a detached expression.
Beside him, Du Chun, with a lock of white hair and dressed in a yellow robe, held his beloved pet and stood before Nangong Mo: "A'Mo, Qing'er is just being mischievous. You know her temperament. The reason she's been opposing that girl you treasure so much inside is likely because she's testing her for you. How could she truly harm her?
Look at the sun today, it's almost hot enough to cook people. Why don't you quickly tell Qing'er to stop kneeling? She's always been frail and shouldn't be kneeling like this for so long."
The deeds of a Miss Lan from the Ninth Prince's manor at the Poisonous Doctor Saint Hall had already spread.
They had also heard about Lan Qingqing framing Gu Qian Ying at the Poisonous Doctor Saint Hall. At that time, Nangong Mo, with a darkened face, had dealt with several guards who were hidden around the Poisonous Doctor Saint Hall under the guise of protecting Gu Qian Ying's safety but were unable to advance even half a step.
As for Zi Jin and Zi Yin, whose main task was to protect Gu Qian Ying, they had received a warning letter from their master after this incident.
Because of this, Zi Jin and Zi Yin became exceptionally cautious when they followed Gu Qian Ying again.
And at this moment, Lan Qingqing, having learned that her actions had spread, knelt outside the main hall in order to seek Nangong Mo's forgiveness, before he had even returned to his chambers.
At the same time, she quietly instructed her attending maid to inform her wet nurse, who was sleeping and resting on the bed.
Her wet nurse could never bear to see her wronged.
And her brother Du Chun would certainly not stand by and watch her kneel here and suffer such injustice. Wasn't he already inside pleading for her?
She firmly believed that once her wet nurse arrived and she cried a little, her Mo Gege would surely forgive her.
Wasn't she just a young lady from a prominent family who shamelessly rushed to marry him? How could she be as important to Mo Gege as she was?
As for why her Mo Gege was angry, it was precisely because she had embarrassed the Ninth Prince's manor outside. It was only natural for her Mo Gege to be angry.
Thinking this, Lan Qingqing became even more expectant that after her wet nurse arrived and persuaded him, Nangong Mo would be pushed out by Du Chun, come to her, help her up, and say: "Alright, I'm not angry anymore."
However, after the wet nurse woke up and heard about what happened to Lan Qingqing at the Poisonous Doctor Saint Hall and that she was currently kneeling outside the main hall seeking Nangong Mo's forgiveness, she, supported by two maids, rushed over.
On the way, because she was walking too quickly, the wet nurse's face turned pale, and she nearly fainted from exhaustion.
However, she persevered until she saw Nangong Mo before briefly fainting for a short while.
Du Chun gave the wet nurse a revival pill, and only then did she wake up.
After she woke up, she spent a long time persuading and guiding Nangong Mo.
Afterward, she specifically emphasized that Lan Qingqing was the most beloved daughter of the Lan couple, and now that the Lan couple had passed away, Lan Qingqing was the most pitiable one left.
In addition, Lan Qingqing was innocent and naive, and she never dared to scold others, always accompanying her daily.
"Such a good girl, how can she be left kneeling outside like this? A'Mo, hurry and let her up."
Beside them, after the wet nurse had persuaded for a long time, Nangong Mo finally spoke faintly: "Bai Qi."
Bai Qi stepped forward.
"Go, help Miss Lan back."
As Nangong Mo said this, the wet nurse secretly rejoiced. She knew that her "son," whom she had raised since childhood, listened to her the most.
"Furthermore, find two maids to help Miss Lan pack her belongings and send her to an outer residence of the manor. She is not allowed to return without my command."
Suddenly, the hall fell silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was utterly shocked and took a while to react.
"A'Mo! What do you mean?" The shock on Du Chun's face had not yet subsided.
"A'Mo, Qing'er has lived in the manor since she was little. How can you make her move out?" The wet nurse's face showed displeasure. Unconsciously thinking of something, she suddenly said, "Is it because of that girl, Gu Qian Ying, that you are treating Qing'er like this?"
"Since Wet Nurse understands, why ask the obvious?" Nangong Mo's tone was indifferent.
The wet nurse was momentarily speechless and coughed heavily.
Beside her, her attending maid patted her back and helped her catch her breath. Only then did the wet nurse urgently speak again: "No, A'Mo, you can't do this!"
As she said this, the wet nurse was somewhat indignant.
A woman who had not yet married into the manor but could influence her "son's" thoughts was clearly not a good person.
If such a woman were to marry into the Ninth Prince's manor, who knew what trouble she would cause her in the future!
Therefore, she absolutely could not let Gu Qian Ying, whom she had never met, marry into the manor.
But for now, she had to keep Qing'er.
Thinking this, the wet nurse, while speaking indignantly, softened her tone somewhat: "A'Mo, even if Qing'er is ignorant and has made some mistakes, she did not do it intentionally. Please forgive her. The outer residences of the manor are always unsafe. How can a young lady like her live there alone?"
"I can send a few guards to protect her."
"A'Mo, you!!" The wet nurse was exasperated.
"Nangong Mo, how can you treat Qing'er like this for the sake of one woman! Qing'er has always liked you since she was little. She is so innocent, so lovely, how can she be less important than an outsider!"
Du Chun was so angry that he clenched his fists, wishing he could punch Nangong Mo.