After leaving Elder Chang's place, Yun Qingran and Jun Molin took a carriage out of the palace and returned to the Northern Cold Prince's Mansion.
"Do you know Elder Chang's identity?" Jun Molin asked her in the carriage.
“My master is a divine physician,” Yun Qingran replied.
“Indeed, Elder Chang’s medical skills are superb; he is the greatest physician in the world. Not only is his medical skill superb, but he also does not care about fame or fortune. Canaan Academy has invited him to lecture at Canaan Academy many times, but he has not gone.” Jun Molin said.
"What is Canaan Academy?" Yun Qingran had heard the name several times, but she never knew what it was.
“People usually say that this continent is divided into four countries, as well as the deserts and grasslands on the periphery. But that’s not true, because there is another place that is neither under the jurisdiction of the four countries nor belongs to the deserts and grasslands. That place is the Holy Mountain,” Jun Molin explained.
"Holy Mountain?" Yun Qingran looked puzzled. The name sounded impressive, but she didn't seem to have heard of this place before.
"Actually, the Holy Mountain is just an ordinary mountain, but its location is unique. At dusk and dawn, when the sunrise and sunset shine on the mountain, the mountain turns golden, which is very spectacular, so it is called the Holy Mountain," Jun Molin said.
"Oh." Yun Qingran could understand. In her previous life, she had seen such a magnificent view in a border province, and it did indeed give people a very sacred feeling.
"Canaan Academy is located on the sacred mountain, and the teachers of each subject at Canaan Academy are the most outstanding in their respective fields. For example, the swordsmanship teacher is Cheng Jianping, the number one swordsman in the world. The students taught at Canaan Academy are all well-rounded individuals, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and knowledgeable in governing the world," Jun Molin said.
"That's really impressive." Yun Qingran nodded. It's just as amazing as Oxford and Cambridge Universities in her previous life.
“Canaan Academy is very strict. It only admits students once every three years, and each time only one hundred students are accepted. The entrance exam is very difficult,” Jun Molin continued.
"Why didn't you go to Canaan Academy to study?" Yun Qingran asked him. Jun Molin was the emperor's most beloved son, and with his excellent talents, it shouldn't be difficult for him to study at Canaan Academy.
"There's no need." Jun Molin shook his head. No matter how powerful Canaan Academy was, it couldn't keep up with his learning speed. Going there would be a complete waste of time.
There was one more thing he didn't mention: he had always felt that there was something wrong with Canaan College, but strangely, even after he sent people to investigate for a long time, they couldn't find any clues.
As they were talking, the carriage arrived at the Northern Cold Prince's Mansion. The two of them got off the carriage, and Jun Yan Yan and Jun An An, who were waiting for them at the gate, ran towards them.
"Sister, you're finally back. I missed you so much." Jun Yanyan hugged Yun Qingran's left leg.
"Sister, is it safe on the way? Are you hungry or thirsty?" Jun An'an hugged her right thigh.
"You're safe. You're not thirsty or hungry now." Yun Qingran squatted down and patted the two children's heads. "How are you? Have you been good? Are you feeling better?"
“We’ve been very good, and we’re feeling much better,” Jun Yan said sweetly.
Yun Qingran took the pulses of the two children and found that a lot of toxins had been eliminated from their bodies, and their health was gradually recovering.
"Yes, you two will be cured soon." Yun Qingran looked at the two children with gentle eyes.
Jun Molin, watching the loving interaction between the mother and her two children, felt very content, his heart overflowing with love.
"Father." Jun Yan Yan released Yun Qing Ran's leg and hugged Jun Mo Lin's leg instead.
"You can still see your father? I thought you only liked your sister." Jun Molin pouted slightly, acting coquettishly with his daughter.
Jun Molin's coquettish version is so cute! Yun Qingran, standing to the side, was overjoyed.
Having a good-looking boyfriend is great, he's pleasing to the eye!
“Father, you said men should know how to defer to women. You're a man, so we'll kiss our older sister first. You won't be angry, right?” Jun Yanyan looked at Jun Molin with a mischievous grin.
“Father, you are a real man!” Jun An’an hugged Jun Mo Lin from the side, looking up at him with a sly look.
“Yes, yes, you’re right. You should love your sister more.” Jun Molin bent down and picked up the two children, one in his left arm and one in his right. The four of them walked into the Northern Cold Prince’s Mansion together.
After playing with the two children for a while and putting them to sleep, the two went to the dungeon of the Northern Cold King's Palace.
The dungeon was dark and damp, but relatively clean and tidy; at least there were no rats running around. Yun Qingran was quite satisfied.
Why do dungeons have to have rats? They're disgusting.
The two went to the very back of the dungeon. Xuanling's hands, feet, and head were tied to the wall with iron chains, and a piece of cloth was stuffed in his mouth.
When Xuanling saw Jun Molin, his pupils dilated. His sword had clearly pierced Jun Molin's heart and lungs; there was no way he could still be alive.
"Don't look, he's still alive." Yun Qingran came up to him and ripped the gag out of his mouth.
This bastard is responsible for a whole host of problems.
"Yun Qingran, your medical skills are indeed superb." Xuanling looked at Yun Qingran with admiration.
He was impressed by the medical skills that allowed the doctor to save the patient even after the sword had pierced his heart and lungs.
"Not bad, your Gu technique isn't bad either." Yun Qingran chuckled coldly, picked up a stool and sat down, crossing her arms and looking at Xuan Ling with a cold smile in her eyes.
Upon hearing Yun Qingran's words, Xuanling's eyes widened slightly as she looked at her. Gu magic had been destroyed three hundred years ago, and over the years, no one understood it anymore. She hadn't expected Yun Qingran to know it.
"Isn't that right? My grandmother, Princess Zhaohua, were both controlled by your Gu magic." Yun Qingran looked at him and said leisurely.
“Hahaha, that’s right. Your grandmother, Princess Zhaohua, was indeed infected with my Gu, which is why she slandered you.” Xuanling readily admitted.
"Since that's the case, then hand over the mother Gu." Yun Qingran looked at him with a cold gaze.
"Impossible. Kill me if you want, but I will never hand over the mother Gu." Xuan Ling laughed indifferently.
He is a competitive person, but he can still afford to lose.
"Death isn't the most terrifying thing; a living hell is the most terrifying thing. Killing you? Dream on." Yun Qingran stood up and smiled at him.
"What are you going to do?" Xuan Ling watched Yun Qingran approach him step by step, and a sense of fear gradually rose in his heart.
"Try this. It's my unique itching powder, one of a kind." Yun Qingran took out a small porcelain bottle from her bag and continued, "My itching powder is very effective. Once you get it on, it will cause unbearable itching until you scratch your flesh until the bone is exposed and you bleed to death before the pain ends."
Xuanling looked at the small porcelain bottle, her body trembling slightly.
He had made countless poisons, and he knew better than anyone how terrible they were. He preferred death to the torment of poison. He gently bit his tongue.
"Hey, don't bite your tongue, because I can save your life," Yun Qingran reminded him.
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