"General."
Shulan looked at He Fengmian and tentatively called out to him.
He Fengmian explained, "Dr. Shu, this is my maternal uncle, and two other uncles, Uncle Ye and Uncle Huo."
Upon hearing this form of address, the three elders immediately looked at him with disapproval: "Young couple, why are you addressing each other so formally?"
This is so boring and lacks any romance.
He Fengmian: "..."
It only took half an hour for him to go from being overjoyed to being expressionless.
He regretted bringing three elders with him.
Shulan, on the other hand, immediately lit up when she heard that He Fengmian was his uncle.
She had heard Uncle Rong mention that the general's uncle was not only a martial arts figure but also the leader of some kind of sect, which sounded incredibly powerful.
She was naturally curious about this living cult leader.
Looking at Luo Mingwei and the other two guards, they were indeed just like the handsome knights-errant in TV dramas, exuding a strong sense of chivalry and unrestrained spirit.
However, her uncle's expression was a bit strange, which made her stare at him for a couple more seconds.
But it only lasts two seconds before it's moved away.
You can't start staring at someone's face as soon as you meet them.
Judging from the warm and friendly manner of the elders, she probably didn't know that their marriage was just a sham.
She immediately got into character, beaming with a bright smile, and sweetly called out, "Uncle, Uncle Ye, Uncle Huo."
Then she stepped forward and leaned affectionately against He Fengmian, looking like a submissive wife.
She was adept at winning over elders.
Sure enough, her obedient and sweet-talking appearance pleased the three elders, and their gazes toward their eldest nephew became noticeably different.
Look how nice that girl is, and then look at yourself, always with a sour face, like you owe her a thousand or eight hundred taels of silver.
It's obvious at a glance who the problem lies with.
Luo Mingwei glared at his nephew: "You're not treating such a good wife well? Are you asking for trouble?"
He Fengmian: "..."
He could only awkwardly say, "Let's go home first."
Shulan quickly replied, "Yes, yes, you must be tired from the long journey. Please let the general spend more time with you during this period."
At this moment, the Cao family's carriage also arrived.
Shu Lan glanced at Luo Mingwei's face, tugged at He Fengmian's sleeve, signaling him to bend down, and whispered in his ear, "General, could you please let my uncle and the others go to the clinic?"
She didn't know that martial artists have sharp ears and eyes; they can hear even the softest sounds when they are close by.
The three elders thought they wanted them to visit the clinic, since their eldest nephew had told them that his wife was a highly skilled doctor, no less than that young man Wang Yaozhi.
But He Fengmian had already noticed her unusual behavior and nodded.
After getting into the carriage, He Fengmian looked at Shulan sitting next to him, and this time the latter nodded in agreement.
She wasn't sure before, but after looking at it carefully just now, she can be sure now.
Moreover, the earlier this poison is treated, the better, which is why she sent them to the clinic now.
Seeing her nod, He Fengmian looked at Luo Mingwei, narrowed his eyes, and asked in an interrogative tone, "Uncle, have you been secretly doing anything bad lately?"
Shulan: "..."
So, is this how they usually talk, uncle and nephew?
But you know what, that's how they, uncle and nephew, always talk.
It is said that nephews resemble their uncles, and this resemblance is not only in appearance but also in temperament.
Don't let Luo Mingwei's current serious and respectable appearance fool you. In his youth, he was arrogant and had such a sharp tongue that he offended half the underworld.
He only became more composed after becoming the leader of the cult.
Unlike his father, He Fengmian was not calm and reserved. As a child, he was a troublemaker who was disliked by everyone.
If it weren't for her good looks, she probably would have been killed long ago.
Later, after his parents passed away and his elder brother got into trouble, all the burdens fell on his shoulders. Only then did he put away his unruly ways, grow a beard, and slowly transform into the likeness of his father, leading the He family army to victory after victory.
Even such a great general would unconsciously relax when facing his relatives and elders who had watched him grow up, and his speech would not be as natural as it was in the military camp.
Shulan was quite surprised to hear this, but the elders were obviously used to it.
Luo Mingwei retorted angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting? I haven't done anything wrong."
If it weren't for his nephew's wife being there, he would have slapped her long ago.
After her initial surprise, Shulan looked at her somewhat 'childish' uncle and nephew and couldn't help but smile.
He asked, "Uncle, have you been feeling unwell lately?"
Just as Luo Mingwei was about to speak, he heard He Fengmian and Mingye Minghuo say in unison, "Think about it before you answer."
It's obvious they already knew what kind of scoundrel he was.
Luo Mingwei choked, glared at the three of them, but a strange glint flashed in his eyes, though it was too quick for anyone to notice.
He thought for a moment, then deliberately said, "Does feeling a little dizzy lately count?"
Mingye and Minghuo said, "And forgetfulness too."
Shulan confirmed her suspicions and asked, "Uncle probably also suffers from headaches occasionally, right?"
Luo Mingwei paused for a moment: "Yes, I get headaches occasionally."
He deliberately asked, "Am I sick?"
Shulan said, "It's not an illness, it seems like poisoning. Can I take my uncle's pulse?"
Leader Luo remained expressionless, but the others frowned deeply: "What kind of poison did they get?"
Their Moon Dark Poison is known for its poisons, so there's no reason why their leader wouldn't know he was poisoned.
Just as Sect Leader Luo was about to speak, He Fengmian glared at him.
She glared at him, but then extended her hand.
Seeing her taking her pulse, He Fengmian couldn't help but ask, "How is it?"
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