Chapter 7: Princess Zhao Min

"How can this be?" Zhang Wujie was startled. Although he liked Zhou Zhiruo, he could never abandon Zhao Min.

"Wujie, I was just teasing you," Zhou Zhiruo said with a sly smile. "I have already wronged my husband enough. If I were to harm his life, I would be no different from those wicked women in history. If you had really agreed just now, I wouldn't dare to associate with you anymore. You want to be Ximen Qing, but I don't want to be Pan Jinlian."

After being stunned, Zhang Wujie smiled and said, "My little Zhiruo is indeed the kindest..."

The next day, as the sun shone into the room, Song Qingshu woke up to find the room empty. The bed opposite was also neatly made, with no trace of anything left behind. He took a deep breath, feeling puzzled: "Could it have been just a dream last night?"

Suddenly, Song Qingshu's expression changed. Although the difference was slight, he clearly remembered that this was not the same sheet from yesterday. Why had the sheet been changed? Song Qingshu smiled coldly.

He didn't know that the sheet had been wet with tea last night, and Zhou Zhiruo had specifically changed it.

"Qingshu, you're awake?" Zhou Zhiruo walked in with a basin of hot water. Seeing Song Qingshu awake, she wrung out a towel and handed it to him.

Song Qingshu looked at her with some disgust, thinking that she must have done something wrong to him last night and was now showing unprecedented gentleness and consideration out of guilt.

"Why did you change the sheet?" Song Qingshu took the towel without showing any emotion, asking knowingly.

Zhou Zhiruo looked behind her nervously and said hesitantly, "I accidentally dirtied it, so I changed it."

"Oh~" Song Qingshu didn't press further. He didn't dare to push too hard, and if he knew that Zhou Zhiruo had wanted to kill him last night, he probably wouldn't have dared to say even that.

When Zhou Zhiruo went out to pour the water, Song Qingshu watched her walk, noticing the graceful sway of her waist and the loss of her youthful innocence. He felt inexplicably irritable.

Since the incident had already happened, he had to face it. Song Qingshu was never one to avoid problems. However, considering that he couldn't even defeat a disciple of Zhou Zhiruo, let alone the martial arts master Zhang Wujie, and that Zhou Zhiruo's gentle appearance hid a ruthless heart, he had to be careful. If he wasn't careful, he might lose his life instead of avenging his grudge.

While he was deep in thought, a cheerful laugh came in, "Brother Song, you look much better now. It seems your injuries are almost healed."

Song Qingshu looked up and saw Zhang Wujie walking in directly. Thinking about how he might have been with Zhou Zhiruo last night, Song Qingshu's veins in his eyes throbbed, and he said coldly, "What do you want?"

Everyone knew that Song Qingshu and Zhang Wujie had a long-standing grudge, so they weren't surprised by his tone. Zhang Wujie didn't mind and smiled warmly, "I heard that Brother Song is troubled by your meridians, so I came to see if I could offer some help."

"Brother Wujie, it seems someone isn't grateful," a sweet and clear female voice said. Song Qingshu, whose mind was filled with anger, hadn't noticed Zhang Wujie's companion. Now he saw a woman with clear eyes and a face as smooth as jade, her beauty like a blooming flower, making people feel inferior and dare not look directly.

It was Zhao Min, who, upset that her beloved was being mocked by Song Qingshu, spoke to ease the tension. Song Qingshu glared at Zhao Min. Although she had a noble air due to her status, making people feel inferior when looking at her, Song Qingshu, as a穿越者 (time traveler), and with his intense hatred for Zhang Wujie, had no such psychological pressure. After sizing her up, he withdrew his gaze, thinking it was unnecessary to argue over a momentary impulse. Zhang Wujie was truly blessed with such beautiful and extraordinary women, but thinking that he already had such a beautiful princess and still came to seduce Zhou Zhiruo, he felt even more hatred.

Zhao Min, feeling as if she were naked under his gaze, felt very uncomfortable and moved behind Zhang Wujie, her impression of Song Qingshu worsening.

"Qingshu, yesterday I heard you mention the four great doctors of the world who might be able to treat your meridians. I thought that Lord Zhang, who has inherited Hu Qingniu's true skills, might be able to help," Zhou Zhiruo said without looking at Zhang Wujie, mentioning his name coldly. Zhao Min and the others thought Zhou Zhiruo still harbored resentment towards him, but Song Qingshu sneered inwardly.

"He said he couldn't treat it last time," Song Qingshu looked at the two with disdain.

"Brother Song, I indeed had no solution at that time, but after reviewing ancient medical texts, I found a method that might work," Zhang Wujie said without anger, his demeanor earning everyone's admiration for his gentlemanly conduct.

"Hmm?" Song Qingshu was somewhat moved. Since he had confirmed that this was Jin Yong's martial arts world, he felt somewhat ambitious. Knowing the plot, the treasures and martial arts secrets of the world seemed within reach. However, with his meridians destroyed, everything was like a mirage. In the current chaotic world, even if you found treasures, you couldn't protect them, and even if you obtained martial arts secrets, you couldn't practice them. Now, hearing that Zhang Wujie might be able to treat him, Song Qingshu felt that if he could be cured, he could forgive Zhou Zhiruo.

Song Qingshu, a time traveler, had no feelings for Zhou Zhiruo, only a desire to possess beautiful things. Considering that Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wujie were already in love, if he could be cured, he could let them be together.

"Can it really be treated?" Song Qingshu was somewhat skeptical, after all, even Wuming had no solution.

"Brother Song, don't have too much hope. I can only try my best, and the success rate is only one or two percent. Do you still want to try?" Zhang Wujie thought carefully and said with a frown.

"One or two percent is enough. Just do your best," for Song Qingshu, who had already given up hope, one or two percent was indeed high. If Zhang Wujie had promised a success rate of over fifty percent, Song Qingshu would have doubted him. Since even Wuming was helpless, now that he said this, Song Qingshu felt a glimmer of hope.

"Brother Wujie, I think you shouldn't try. If you fail, you'll be seen as a villain," Zhao Min thought that her beloved's actions were a bit hasty. If he succeeded, no one would be grateful, and if he failed, all kinds of rumors would spread. Chapter 8: Jealousy and Rivalry

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Zhang Wujie said solemnly. Zhao Min thought he wanted to make up for his debt to Zhou Zhiruo and said no more.

"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If it can't be treated, it's my fate. I won't blame anyone," Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. When did Song Qingshu become so magnanimous?

Zhou Zhiruo was also surprised, but with her own guilt, she didn't think much about it and echoed, "Lord Zhang, just do your best. We, as a couple, will be forever grateful."

At first, Song Qingshu was worried that Zhang Wujie might try to harm him, but then he thought that since Zhang Wujie had promised to treat him in front of so many people, if he failed, it would be fine, but if he killed him, considering his past with Zhou Zhiruo, everyone in the martial arts world would think Zhang Wujie was a despicable person who killed his husband to take his wife.

In the following days, Zhang Wujie often came to give Song Qingshu acupuncture, medicine, and internal energy therapy, exhausting his inner strength.

Song Qingshu felt somewhat guilty, thinking that Zhang Wujie had been very considerate to him, his rival.

"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo brought a bowl of black herbal medicine, lifted his head, and fed him spoon by spoon.

Leaning against Zhou Zhiruo, feeling the elasticity of her body and the faint fragrance, Song Qingshu felt somewhat distracted. During this time, he had been on high alert, guarding against Zhang Wujie coming to steal her again. After a few days, nothing unusual happened, and no one came to paralyze his acupoints. Thinking that Princess Zhao Min was not an ordinary person, with a clever and versatile mind, if she knew that Zhang Wujie often saw Zhou Zhiruo and could still meet her secretly every night, Zhao Min wouldn't deserve her reputation for intelligence.

After a few days, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have grown even more, and he smiled evilly. Suddenly, a terrible thought came to him, and his smile froze.

"Zhiruo, I need to use the restroom," Song Qingshu said, pretending to be shy.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled, stood up, and tidied her dress, making way for him. Song Qingshu ran to the toilet, looked around to make sure no one was there, and quickly stuck his finger down his throat, vomiting out all the medicine he had just taken.

Song Qingshu had noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest had become increasingly full, and he suddenly remembered that a girl's chest only becomes full if it is frequently nourished. ?

In the past, because it was daytime, Song Qingshu had let his guard down. Now, recalling that he always felt drowsy after taking the medicine, he thought it was a side effect of the medicine, similar to some Western medicines he had taken in his previous life. But now, he realized something was wrong. Chapter 8: Jealousy and Rivalry

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Zhang Wujie said solemnly. Zhao Min thought he wanted to make up for his debt to Zhou Zhiruo and said no more.

"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If it can't be treated, it's my fate. I won't blame anyone," Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. When did Song Qingshu become so magnanimous?

Zhou Zhiruo was also surprised, but with her own guilt, she didn't think much about it and echoed, "Lord Zhang, just do your best. We, as a couple, will be forever grateful."

At first, Song Qingshu was worried that Zhang Wujie might try to harm him, but then he thought that since Zhang Wujie had promised to treat him in front of so many people, if he failed, it would be fine, but if he killed him, considering his past with Zhou Zhiruo, everyone in the martial arts world would think Zhang Wujie was a despicable person who killed his husband to take his wife.

In the following days, Zhang Wujie often came to give Song Qingshu acupuncture, medicine, and internal energy therapy, exhausting his inner strength.

Song Qingshu felt somewhat guilty, thinking that Zhang Wujie had been very considerate to him, his rival.

"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo brought a bowl of black herbal medicine, lifted his head, and fed him spoon by spoon.

Leaning against Zhou Zhiruo, feeling the elasticity of her body and the faint fragrance, Song Qingshu felt somewhat distracted. During this time, he had been on high alert, guarding against Zhang Wujie coming to steal her again. After a few days, nothing unusual happened, and no one came to paralyze his acupoints. Thinking that Princess Zhao Min was not an ordinary person, with a clever and versatile mind, if she knew that Zhang Wujie often saw Zhou Zhiruo and could still meet her secretly every night, Zhao Min wouldn't deserve her reputation for intelligence.

After a few days, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have grown even more, and he smiled evilly. Suddenly, a terrible thought came to him, and his smile froze.

"Zhiruo, I need to use the restroom," Song Qingshu said, pretending to be shy.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled, stood up, and tidied her dress, making way for him. Song Qingshu ran to the toilet, looked around to make sure no one was there, and quickly stuck his finger down his throat, vomiting out all the medicine he had just taken.

Song Qingshu had noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest had become increasingly full, and he suddenly remembered that a girl's chest only becomes full if it is frequently nourished. ?

In the past, because it was daytime, Song Qingshu had let his guard down. Now, recalling that he always felt drowsy after taking the medicine, he thought it was a side effect of the medicine, similar to some Western medicines he had taken in his previous life. But now, he realized something was wrong. Chapter 8: Jealousy and Rivalry

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Zhang Wujie said solemnly. Zhao Min thought he wanted to make up for his debt to Zhou Zhiruo and said no more.

"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If it can't be treated, it's my fate. I won't blame anyone," Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. When did Song Qingshu become so magnanimous?

Zhou Zhiruo was also surprised, but with her own guilt, she didn't think much about it and echoed, "Lord Zhang, just do your best. We, as a couple, will be forever grateful."

At first, Song Qingshu was worried that Zhang Wujie might try to harm him, but then he thought that since Zhang Wujie had promised to treat him in front of so many people, if he failed, it would be fine, but if he killed him, considering his past with Zhou Zhiruo, everyone in the martial arts world would think Zhang Wujie was a despicable person who killed his husband to take his wife.

In the following days, Zhang Wujie often came to give Song Qingshu acupuncture, medicine, and internal energy therapy, exhausting his inner strength.

Song Qingshu felt somewhat guilty, thinking that Zhang Wujie had been very considerate to him, his rival.

"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo brought a bowl of black herbal medicine, lifted his head, and fed him spoon by spoon.

Leaning against Zhou Zhiruo, feeling the elasticity of her body and the faint fragrance, Song Qingshu felt somewhat distracted. During this time, he had been on high alert, guarding against Zhang Wujie coming to steal her again. After a few days, nothing unusual happened, and no one came to paralyze his acupoints. Thinking that Princess Zhao Min was not an ordinary person, with a clever and versatile mind, if she knew that Zhang Wujie often saw Zhou Zhiruo and could still meet her secretly every night, Zhao Min wouldn't deserve her reputation for intelligence.

After a few days, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have grown even more, and he smiled evilly. Suddenly, a terrible thought came to him, and his smile froze.

"Zhiruo, I need to use the restroom," Song Qingshu said, pretending to be shy.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled, stood up, and tidied her dress, making way for him. Song Qingshu ran to the toilet, looked around to make sure no one was there, and quickly stuck his finger down his throat, vomiting out all the medicine he had just taken.

Song Qingshu had noticed that Zhou Zhiruo's chest had become increasingly full, and he suddenly remembered that a girl's chest only becomes full if it is frequently nourished. ?

In the past, because it was daytime, Song Qingshu had let his guard down. Now, recalling that he always felt drowsy after taking the medicine, he thought it was a side effect of the medicine, similar to some Western medicines he had taken in his previous life. But now, he realized something was wrong. Chapter 8: Jealousy and Rivalry

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Zhang Wujie said solemnly. Zhao Min thought he wanted to make up for his debt to Zhou Zhiruo and said no more.

"Miss Zhao, please don't worry. If it can't be treated, it's my fate. I won't blame anyone," Song Qingshu's words surprised Zhao Min. When did Song Qingshu become so magnanimous?

Zhou Zhiruo was also surprised, but with her own guilt, she didn't think much about it and echoed, "Lord Zhang, just do your best. We, as a couple, will be forever grateful."

At first, Song Qingshu was worried that Zhang Wujie might try to harm him, but then he thought that since Zhang Wujie had promised to treat him in front of so many people, if he failed, it would be fine, but if he killed him, considering his past with Zhou Zhiruo, everyone in the martial arts world would think Zhang Wujie was a despicable person who killed his husband to take his wife.

In the following days, Zhang Wujie often came to give Song Qingshu acupuncture, medicine, and internal energy therapy, exhausting his inner strength.

Song Qingshu felt somewhat guilty, thinking that Zhang Wujie had been very considerate to him, his rival.

"Take your medicine, Qingshu." Zhou Zhiruo brought a bowl of black herbal medicine, lifted his head, and fed him spoon by spoon.

Leaning against Zhou Zhiruo, feeling the elasticity of her body and the faint fragrance, Song Qingshu felt somewhat distracted. During this time, he had been on high alert, guarding against Zhang Wujie coming to steal her again. After a few days, nothing unusual happened, and no one came to paralyze his acupoints.