Reborn on the Wedding Night, the摄政王妃 Says She Was Wrong

A possessive and obsessive Prince? A dark-bellied Princess Consort with the support of a system that grants mastery over both medicine and poison. A journey of mutual devotion...

Mobeichen, t...

Chapter 174 At that time, Mo Beichen will go berserk.

Yun Qingluo leaned against the headboard, draped in a robe, and said with a smile, "Have all the arrangements been made?"

"Of course, but I must say, you have good taste." Yunying's eyes revealed a hint of admiration.

Yun Qingluo was curious; judging from Yun Ying's words, it seemed she had found a treasure.

"What do you mean by that?" Yun Qingluo asked curiously.

Yunying replied, "If those people go to the Divine Guard Camp and train for a year, I guarantee they will be completely transformed, able to take on ten men at once. With the Divine Guard Camp added to the mix, you might even be able to conquer the world."

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingluo showed a relieved expression.

This trip was definitely worthwhile, and even a sure thing.

But that's still far from enough.

She, Yun Qingluo, would never do a losing business.

The result, which came at the cost of half her life, had to be even better than she had anticipated.

“A year is too long, I can’t wait. Three months. Instead of going to the Divine Guard Camp, take him to the Divine Healer Valley.” Yun Qingluo’s tone left no room for argument.

Yunying paused, her hand holding the teacup still. "Are you planning to use medication?"

Yun Qingluo nodded. "Yun Ying, I have never been a kind person."

From the moment she decided to go to the wilderness, those people were already hers for the taking.

She was never a kind person; her kindness was reserved only for those she cared about.

Those people, while not truly evil, were not exactly good people either.

She could only do so much to help them detoxify, leave the wilderness, and provide them with food, clothing, and shelter.

Moreover, this was their own choice; she didn't force them to follow her.

Since you've made a choice, you have to pay the corresponding price.

She is a nurse, but never a saint.